6. Wrinley
Wrinley
M y eyes aren’t even open yet, but the sun is searing through my damn eyelids. Why aren’t we technologically advanced enough as a society to have a way to prevent this? Shouldn’t we have voice activated blinds or something by now?
Groaning, I sit up and wrench my eyelids apart to take in my surroundings.
The pounding in my skull tells me, with absolute certainty, that I drank way too much last night.
Not enough to forget that my date disappeared on me, though.
That was fun– not. He said he had to get something from his car and the loser never came back.
What makes it worse, is that this keeps fucking happening.
I shouldn’t be surprised, I guess. Thadd was kind of a tool, but I really wanted him to be different from the rest. Realistically, I don’t even care that he wasn’t the best choice.
I just needed him for one thing–his dick.
I’m starting to wonder if I’m cursed. Did I piss off a gypsy somewhere and her revenge plot was to exact a no dick for Wrinley curse?
Jesus. I can’t even text Ari and complain, because that would mean I’d have to tell her that I’m still the virginest of all the virgins.
It’s not that I think she’d even care, but I lied to her years ago, out of embarrassment and now I just can’t bring myself to admit to her what a loser I am.
I wonder how many almost-twenty-four-year-old virgins there are in the world.
Are they all as sexually frustrated as I am?
I fucking hope so. Misery loves company and all that jizz.
That’s not the right saying, but considering my situation, I could use some jizz right now.
Fuck, I need a life.
I grab my phone from the nightstand and pull up my favorite porn app.
Yes, I said app . Not being able to have actual sex has had a negative effect on my self-esteem and porn is the self-care that soothes me.
I consider it practice for when the dick of my dreams finally shows up and splits me in two.
I’m not in the mood to search for something new, so in order to save time, I pull up one of my favorite videos and press play.
Wetness coats my inner thighs as I watch the muscular, tattooed, hung-like-a-moose man grab the girl by the hair and roughly pull her head back.
When he pulls her mouth open with his thumb and spits in her mouth, I almost come from the imagery alone.
He pushes his massive length into her waiting mouth and even though I already know what’s going to happen, I’m watching with rapt attention, like it’s an Oscar winning performance and I’m on the edge of my seat waiting to see how it’s going to end.
I snake my hand under the covers and don’t waste time pushing two fingers into myself.
I’m already soaked and I know it won’t take long before I cross the finish line.
He’s punishing her mouth with his cock so aggressively, spit and drool slide down her body and onto the floor as she gags around him.
I close my eyes and imagine it’s me on my knees with my mouth stuffed full of cock, choking and gagging, begging for more. My nipples harden at the thought and I suddenly wish I had a third hand, so I could pinch and pull them, while I ride out my climax.
But I’m not quite there yet.
I need more.
Looking up at the imaginary man as he uses my mouth for his pleasure, his once blurry face begins to become more clear.
Pulling my fingers from my drenched pussy, I focus on my sensitive clit.
I rub in circles, with constant pressure, driving closer and closer to the peak I’m so desperately seeking.
When the man’s face finally becomes clear, it’s the same fucking person I always see as I begin to come in waves, riding my hand to make the delicious throb last as long as humanly possible.
“Fuck!” I shout to no one. Picturing my best friend's asshole older brother doing vile things to me has unfortunately been happening since I ran into him years ago and he forced me to ride his rolling death trap in the pouring rain. I’m the epitome of crazy, just going into each orgasm like I’m somehow going to get a different result.
Spoiler: I never do.
It doesn’t help that he grew into a smoking hot, broody mother fucker.
At least I assume he still is. I know people can glow up , but can they glow down ?
A glow down would surely solve my problem if I could just lay eyes on him.
I haven’t since that very cold, wet, non-virginity losing night.
I swear I see him out of the corner of my eye, sometimes, but when I turn to check, he’s never actually there.
That definitely doesn’t help my growing obsession with Axel Bradley.
I’ve tried to subtly ask Arabella about him, but she’s not dumb.
If I’m not careful, she’ll eventually catch on and I honestly don’t know how she’ll feel about me having sexy feelings for her big bro.
I’m not sure I want to find out.