Carlos
I plan on getting Kyla back for her little show today. She has been purposely ignoring me since she was in my class. I know she was doing it all on purpose. I would go over, but that is what she wants. I refuse. I can tease from right here in the comfort of my home. I will make her come to me. I am so damn sexually frustrated, it is ridiculous. I got myself off in the shower, but it didn’t solve my issues in the way I had hoped.
I stand in front of the mirror with only a towel around me and my hair and chest still wet. It is one of Kyla’s favourite looks on a man. I snap a couple of photos and then drop the towel, taking a couple more. She wants to play. I can play, too. I don’t show my face in the naked one. I know better than to do that. I smirk, slipping the towel back on.
