You have to try and read my experiences with Alyssa in chronological order because I haven’t figured out any good titles that make a lot of sense.
From the “basic instinct” moment and everything resulting from it, the day was lost. I was sitting behind my computer obsessively thinking about Alyssa. This is what addiction looks like, ladies and gentlemen. Know the signs. Wandering thoughts, throbbing cock. Heavy balls. I feel guilty towards my employer, that my brain is not being productive. But then again, I also feel I am the victim as Alyssa is now preying on me. They hired her so it’s kind of their fault as well.
I watch my phone. Surely she’ll message me. Nothing. Nothing at all. One hour passes, I grab my phone. Nothing. I check her pictures on my phone. Lightbrown skin, I can see little goosebumps on her cute ass. These phones of today have an amazing resolution.