Bed Warmer

, I'm thinking," before he drank the w

ked for a refill. He nodded. Then the bartender

. "Who might that girl be?" Ron drinks from hi

he room was dim, only lit by the moonlight that came in t

. "Man, you'

playboy, he is not. He is the kind of friend that would give you a gift box containing flowers or greeting card

of things that could possibly be satisfying. You and your libido should stop searching for her

ff, as if he hadn't heard what his friend t

the list; they can't wait to see you, " Ron d

rows creased and his eyes blazed with inte

inly tell you. I just heard that he will try to get in

is glass tightly

s her mother's and the other on

e sure did want me to fall. Isn't he conte

n retorted. "You aren't conte

ow that. That's why I don't tr

riend. Though I know you see me as your friend, an

th that Kalixo." Xavier massage his chin

eryone will stick to Kalixo's ass once you point a finger

For now...find that woman. I need

top? If you are stressed out, do exercise and not se

going to pass by behind him. "Do you have a boyfr

t I can make your nig

vier!" R

ked away, leaving Ron with his un

Comebac

nights wild and hot to make him fall asleep without any worries. Then he'll wake up refreshed

he woman is sitting on the sink, waiting for his next move. The

the woman stated

d. "In yo

d his belt, unbuttoned and pulled the zipper d

ob to please

her wetness. He grabbed a handful of her hair an

wn his underwear, he struck h

The woman's han

ago played in his mind. He could hear her moans, her soft touches, the way she gripped her soft hands o

oman reached her climax for t

n pleaded. She is plea

tisfying him. He buried his face in her neck and squeezed his

ne

could feel something stinging between

ot tears. Until he reached his end. He cleaned the woman's lips usi

n didn't

. Tell your boyfriend how

mself, he went out

e his. His friend must have been waiting. though he really doe

s car and dro

work, and sex. This is the cycle of his freaking life as a

e looked up at the signage, reading, "cemetery." He walked towards the stalls selling ca

The only woman he adores from the day he was hurt by the last woman

whispered, b

k his lighter from his poc

ut a wea

too tired to live here. Can I be

s eyes trying to prevent his tears-but he

will be no pain, no competition, and no sucking life with toxic p

ched his skin. He stopped sobbing. He had felt this warmth before. How his mother comforts him whenever he is hurt. He put his hands on his si

eyes around, when a human figure is standing far from him. He was certain it was a woman. A white cloth covers her fac

sniffed. He was about to call

e called out, b