While she didn’t understand her feelings on an intellectual level, she was still a slave to them on an emotional one. The unfortunate by-product of this was that our relationship was taking a back seat. We headed out at around eleven in the morning. “You don’t know the half of it”, was my honest reply. I decided to give it the week, and then push her boundaries on the weekend and see where it took us. “That should be fine.”
She spent a bit of time thinking about that. She had arrived home before me for a change and prepared a candle-lit dinner for us with a nice bottle of wine. I really like you.”
Before I could say anything, she kissed me hard and escaped into her flat. Judging by the work piled up in front of her, I had a sinking feeling that I was in for another lonely evening, which was going to be a problem, given how badly I needed to empty my balls after my sensual make-out session with Sam.
