Havoc
Frustration eats at me hardcore, especially after the many close calls Leighton and I have had. Namely last night. I groan loudly – I can still feel her heat on the tip of my d**k – the wetness coating it as I almost slipped inside her. f*****g Ace. I could have killed him, could still kill him, for interrupting that moment. I woke up with her on my mind, wanting to pick up where we left off, but realized she had to work today when I found her side of the bed empty. Since then, I've been in a foul mood, ready to rip my skin off my muscle.
I almost went to work today, even though it's my day off, just to give me something to do. Maybe arrest a few people and get rid of this irritation and frustration riding high in me, tensing my body. I don't have that release today though, haven't
