This insanely attractive woman.Christ.
Lustrous thoughts tumble through my brain.
Chocolate brown locks fanned out on my pillow as I drive my cock into her tight wet cunt.
Full, pouty lips wrapped around me, tears spilling from those amber eyes as she takes me deep.
Round ass jiggling as I fuck her from behind, my handprintreddening the globes.
“What happened with the rest of the women?”
I blink, her words snapping me out of my fantasies.
“Women?”
“The other twenty-one?”
Right.
The reason I’m here.
“What about them?” I ask, crossing one of my legs over the other. It’s not lost on me that her eyes track the movement. I see the way her tongue darts out to lick her lips, the way her chest is rising and falling in quick succession, the way her thighs are rubbing together to alleviate the ache between them.
I notice things other people might miss.
And what I notice now, is that she’s turned on.
And she hates that.
“Why are you no longer following them?”
“Various reasons.” I shrug, no longer interested in discussing this with her.
“Would you like to share?”
I almost roll my eyes. Of course she won't let this go. This is what I’m paying her for.
“I lost interest in them. They’d move away, get boyfriends, or they just wouldn’t beher.”
“Her, being Jenny?”
I dip my chin.
“And yet, you’re not stalking anyone now, and you’re here asking for help. Why now?”
I frown, hating the way she’s digging. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. But alas, she’s looking at me with big honey-coloured eyes. I have to give her something, make her feel like she’s useful.
“It’s a cycle. One I can’t break. But each time I do, I’m left feeling emptier; they aren’t her. They never will be. But I can’t seem to stop.”
“So, it’s not bringing you joy? There’s no thrill?”
Joy? Is she serious? Of course I feel joy. But that’s not—
“It’s not about the thrill,” I tell her, trying to come up with the words. “It’s like when I’m not watching, the world is made of glass, ready to shatter at any moment. There’s this… certainty that if I look away, even for a second, the person I’m following will just evaporate. Like they were never there at all. If I’m watching they’re safe. They’re real. But if I close my eyes…” I shudder, unable to finish my sentence.
“But you don’t want to do it anymore?”
I chuckle darkly to myself while keeping my face neutral. “No, I don't want to keep chasing a woman who no longer exists.” It’s not a lie.