Ryder
The shower hadn’t helped. Not really. Water ran hot down my back, steam thick in the small bathroom, but the ache stayed. I was still damn hard. Still throbbing like a reminder I couldn’t ignore. I braced one hand on the tile and let the spray beat against my shoulders, trying to will it away. My own hand had brushed over myself once or twice under the water, slow strokes that only made it worse. No release. No relief. Just more frustration. Grieving, almost. Grieving the years of nothing, grieving the way my body finally woke up for her and still wouldn’t finish what it started.
I shut the water off. Stepped out. Dried roughly with the towel. Dropped it on the floor. I stood naked in front of the mirror, water still dripping from my hair, my c**k heavy and unsatisfied between my l
