Chapter 8 Elias
EIGHT
Elias
I wake up so aroused that I can’t think about anything else. I vaguely see my apartment around me, but it doesn’t matter. I just need to come.
I get my jeans open, get them shoved down. I turn partway onto my front, one hand on my cock, the other reaching around to finger my hole. The soreness makes me bite my lip, and when cum leaks from inside me, I turn my face into my pillow and moan as I ejaculate on my sheets.
My body spasms. I gasp and shudder. I float in the dark, hazy memory of the woods. It feels like a dream, and yet there’s cum inside me. His cum. He fucked me.
Then he brought me back here.
I can’t form thoughts beyond that. I just lie there in my mess until I realize that I’m cold.
I get up and take a shower. I masturbate again as images flash through my mind, as my body remembers the sensations.
It’s after that, when I’m making tea in my kitchen, that I start to hear the silence. I think that’s why the tears start falling.
I’m alone again.
I clench on the soreness to feel it, but it only reminds me that it’s already happened.
It’s over.