No. I mean fucked. The last thing I needed was to take shit where we took it yesterday. Don't get me wrong. Jaye was....fuck me, even better than I had imagined she would be. Softer. Sexier. She was like your favorite moment in a porn. The one that makes your cock twitch to come. That single slice of a second where you just can't take it anymore. Jaye is that moment on fucking repeat. Eyes up. Off my crotch. So what if I've got a fucking hard on thinking about it, the important thing is I didn't act on it. I went to bed. Rubbed one or three out for the night. Made her lock her door....It's not like I would ever hurt a woman, but I know if I went up to her room, she wouldn't tell me no even though she should. She's not ready for that shit yet. She may think she is, but she's not. She's still holding onto too much of her dead fiancé for me fucking her to be a good idea. And before you go off on some I sound like a pussy tangent, I don't. No man likes to sleep with a chick and wonder if every time his cock thrusts inside she's picturing or comparing to her ex.
