And in the end, I can only hope that one day I can look back and not regret what I had chosen. Hanging my head in shame I accepted my defeat. Knowing there was no other option; I knew there was only person who could help me. Her eyebrows drew up and her eyelids squinted disturbed, and even though her mouth had parted slightly, no noise was made. Picking myself up, I ran a hand through my sweat drenched hair. All around her, her bedspread was stained with a puddle of sweat along with large traces of her own cream. Signing off, I placed the devise beside me thinking about what I should do next.
Petting her hair, my eyes were drawn the pajama pants concealing the lower half of her body.
This thing had changed me, it made me hurt my friend; and then lie to her. That is until I actually looked at it. It wasn't until I pulled my hands away from Kim that I saw the damp coat of moisture covering my fingertips. Her eyebrows drew up and her eyelids squinted disturbed, and even though her mouth had parted slightly, no noise was made. Instead, I was forced into a slow, torturous pace that left me memorizing every inch of her dripping, burning canal. I still wanted Kim.