Author: Texassized104

It’s Too Hot To Sleep

I remember you all too well. If it wasn’t for your pushing, things might have worked out. The thing is, you never really got me. Sure you knew what I wanted, but you thought that sex was the way to my heart. That’s honestly why it fell apart. I know, I know. It sounds stupid… maybe even selfish, but I was being selfish… maybe even stupid. But my heart hadn’t healed, and that didn’t mean anything to you. You thought sex meant you had dibs on my love, but you didn’t listen when I said I wasn’t ready.

But that’s not why I’m here right now. I’m here because it’s hot, and humid, and sticky and I can’t sleep. And I will always associate this stiffling heat with you. It will always fill me with those desires. It will always cause my mind to wander… thinking about how you would walk into my room with just a pair of panties on. Your gorgeous double Ds out in all their tanned glory for me to see. My “roommate”. Considerably more than half naked and complaining at the foot of my bed that you can’t sleep because of the heat. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica

Roommate from 2012 Part 2 [mf] [mild watersport]

I woke up the next day with the images of the evening before frantically rerunning through my brain. What had I done??? Fuck! My head was rife with panic and the erratic stir of haywire thoughts. I was so afraid of losing my gf due to this fleeting moment of hormone-driven infidelity that I knew I had to break it off with Dana. After spending the a few hours pacing my room and blaming myself for letting my guard down, I had determined to keep it from happening again. I would explain my situation to Dana, and firmly encourage her to respect my boundaries. I was going to tell her that I had never intended on rekindling our fwb situation, and would explain that I was serious about making things work with my gf, no matter how difficult. A line had to be drawn!

In a moment of cock-suredness I marched down to her room ready to draw that very line in the sand. Snippets of Picard’s First Contact speech ran through my head. With the confidence of a Star Fleet Captain, I knocked on her door to tell her of my refound resolve.

…There was no answer.  Read more »