Later that same night…?Is that my phone? Who’s texting me this late? Oh fuck my heart is raci
Later that same night…?Is that my phone? Who’s texting me this late? Oh fuck my heart is racing already. I stay quiet. oh jesus. My hand is already down into my pajamas. I check to make sure Sheryl’s asleep.I am not thinking clearly i am not thinkling clearly i am not thinkling clearly. I look again over at Sheryl; her back is turned to me. She’s been out for twenty minutes or so. Her light is off, my light is off. I’m stroking myself. Shit shit shit Oh god if she only knew. I have been jerking off to her, to Melissa, to the Office Manager I hired just six weeks ago, constantly. I don’t know what’s come over me but I cannot get her out of my head, I can barely think when she’s around, and I can stare at the pictures I’ve trolled and hoarded of hers for hours on end. I honestly think I have a pro-Her backup Instagram account - I saw she’d opened one this morning. My heart nearly stopped, seeing the types of pictures she’d posted there.. I hadn’t had the guts to “follow” it…if Sheryl ever noticed…https://www.instagram.com/p/B55yIKdpj4G/