I close the draw move to my bed and drop the clothes pegs and belt on it. I washed up and went to bed, as I lay in bed the last thing that entered my mind was an image of Alex, he was smiling, he had one hand wrapped around my throat and he was using the other to pinch my nipples. “I’m a little tired and not feeling too good.” I tell my mom and instantly she starts making a fuss asking about my symptoms trying to diagnose what is wrong with me, “mom I’m ok, I just need some rest.”
“Go get some rest then darling.” My dad says softly. The thoughts of Alex keep intruding and I can feel myself squirming as my arousal steadily rises with every new fantasy that pops into my head. I know that as I finally drifted off to sleep I have a smile on my face.
