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Going pro is my dream, of course. It’s also been his dream, for as long as I can remember. I don’t want to say he’s pinned his hopes on me because he has nothing else to live for, but some days it does feel that way.
Maybe that’s why I’m off my game tonight. I’m worried about my old man. It’s understandable.
And I’m craving more than a meaningless one night stand with someone whose not-quite-perfection is something I have to overlook.
I need a distraction from my bleak thoughts but my mind keeps retracing the words.
Absolute perfection.
It’s hard to imagine.
Actually, it’s impossible to imagine because it doesn’t exist. I’ve met a lot of beautiful women in my time but even so, not one of them could have been described as absolute perfection. I guess that’s why I never stick around for more than one night.
I go to bed alone but I’m restless.
I close my eyes and try to sleep.
What would perfection even look like?
My addled brain starts to weave together a hazy fantasy.
She’ll have perfect pink lips. She’ll be curvy and sweet, just for me…mine and only mine.
My heart’s pounding in my chest and my cock is huge and hot.
I haven’t gotten laid in months. No wonder I’m so strung out.
How long has it been?
The entire summer.
Almost six months, to be exact.
No wonder I’m so voracious. I’m going insane with it, on about a hundred different levels. “Pent-up” doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I’m almost dizzy with lust and need and rage.
This is crazy.
I’m losing my mind over someone who doesn’t exist.
Why?
I lay in the dark and force myself to calm down.
But I can’t. I stroke my painfully hard length and imagine what absolute perfection would feel like.
Her pussy will be silky-wet and so fucking tight as I—
Jetting cum spurts all over my chest and stomach. I’m practically panting as the surges pulse hotly out of me.
Fucking hell.
Why am I suddenly being tortured like this?
Why am I being forced to get far too up close and personal with my right hand?
And more importantly, where is she?
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