Track 02. I don't want anybody else >> When I think about you // I touch myself
(Divinyls – ‘I Touch Myself’)[Follows THIS]Marc peeled his way out of the clutches of the naked busty blonde occupying his bed. She whined as he rose to sit on the side of the bed, brushing his fingers through his hair. She sat up behind him and plastered herself up against his back. Luckily she couldn’t see his face, because he couldn’t stop a slight curling of his nose in irritation. “Mmm, come back to bed, sweetie…” she mumbled and started sucking on his throat.
Fingers curled around her arms and Marc extricated himself from her again. He couldn’t even remember her name; had they even swapped names? “Sorry, babe… I have to go mingle at another business function. Be important.” He threw a smirk over his shoulder at her and stood to pull his silk boxers on. “Time for you to ship out, love.” He grabbed up her evening gown and tossed it on the bed beside her.
She pouted at him. “Take me with you.”
Marc stifled a shudder and offered her a tight, forced smile. He despised baby talk on a grown woman, especially after fucking her. “Can’t, babe. This one is boys only.” It wasn’t a total lie. He was a boy and his partner was one, too. Casual drinks at a bar in Jersey was going to be boys only. As much as he hated to admit it, he was tiring of the random fucking. Maybe he was getting old? Her shoes were scooped up and handed to her. “Cheers, now. Maybe I’ll see you around.”
The woman’s pout turned into a pissed off frown. “You’re just turfing me out without even a thank you?”
( Marc cocked an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, I though I might.” )Harri Ryan [
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