Page 57 of Strum Me

Sure. You know I miss you so much.

You’re drunk. Go to sleep.

You know I want you so much.

You’re going to regret these texts in the morning.

You know, if you were here, I’d be kissing you so hard.

I didn’t know that, but I guess I know it know. What about you? What do you know?

I know you want me to kiss you.

Do I?

Yes. And you want me to. I could taste it when we last kissed.

What else could you taste? On my finger?

Your pussy.

How could you taste that?

I remember how it tasted.

After all this time?

Yes, I crave it. Look for it. No one tastes like you. Only you taste like you, and I crave it. Do you know something else?

What?

I’m stroking my cock thinking of you right now.

Do you want to know something?

What?

If you tasted my finger now, you would taste my pussy.

Fuck. I’m going to come just thinking of that.

Then think of it.

I’m coming, Butter. I’m coming for you.

Good. Now it’s my turn.

***

“Up and at ‘em, gentlemen! It’s coffee time!” a loud voice announces, accompanying the knock on the side of the bus that seems to go on forever.

“Kill ‘em. Whoever that is, kill ‘em,” I moan into my pillow.

“Can’t. They have coffee,” I hear Marius whimper in the room next to me.

“Fuck it all to damn hell. Fine, spare ‘em, but only if they bring coffee tomorrow too, ”Jez mutters from the hallway as he drags himself out to greet the coffee.

“Not a damn chance, dickhead,” Sebastian replies.