I lay in bed, slowly stroking my hard morning cock.
I haven’t ejaculated in seven days, since the morning one week ago when I’d accidentally nutted in Emily’s pussy.
You may remember that my agreement with my Sunday morning shorty, the Emily I’ve just referred to (who is only 4’11”), is that I can touch myself throughout the week, but I can’t ejaculate—That is, not if I want her Sunday morning services…
“I’ll know if you jack off,” she’d said when we first started playing around a few short weeks ago. “I know exactly how much cum to expect from your horny ass.”
I lay beneath my bed sheets, frustrated, leaking precum all over myself and all over my sheets, waiting for the key to turn in my front door lock. I haven’t seen Emily all week—Not in the parking lot, not on the stairs, not outside our apartments, and I have allowed negative thoughts to slowly creep in.
What if she doesn’t show up this morning?
What if I never see her again?
I hate to admit it, but I’ve become somewhat infatuated with her since she’d left me last week with my nut still inside her. If she doesn’t show up today, I don’t know what I’ll do.