{Cason}
I’ve been keeping myself busy with work and rough sex over the last few weeks. And I think I’m doing just fine. Sure, there have been casualties when I’ve found myself thinking of Keira, or occasional nights where my cock desperately needed her, but, hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day, right? So, I’d like to congratulate myself on the little progressions that I’ve made.
I’m scrolling through my phone, looking at business deals while I’m screwing some girl who was hitting on me at the bar. I just wanted to fuck somebody, so I was like, why not? And here I am having the most random sex of my life. I’m just not that interested. My cock isn’t twitching vigorously like it should when it comes to pussy. I just wish this girl was somebody else.
But anyway. After I fuck her, I don’t have to see her again, so this might work.
“You having fun over there?” She squeezes one of her breasts and smiles.
God, I just want to tell her to put a bag on her head. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not ugly, or anything. It’s just that after I put my dick on the sweetest pussy of the world, no other pussy seems to do it for me.
I am desperate. God. I am trying to deny this to myself. But I’m missing her. I’m missing her twat. I’m missing how she screamed my name when I was fingering her. I’m missing the feeling when my cock was into her.
“You know what, let’s just get it over with.” I tell her.
“What do you mean?” she scowls with miscomprehension.
“I’m not in the mood. And I’m busy.”
“But, sweetie, I think we had something here. Would it help if I whack you, or let you put your dick between my breasts?”
I look at her boobs. They’re not so big for me to get the full satisfaction from a breast-fuck, so I think I’m gonna pass on that. She leans forward and takes my condom off, while grabbing the shaft, and starts rubbing.
“I told you I’m not interested.” I draw back and she looks confused.
“Dude, what’s wrong with you?” she howls. “You were the one who brought me here, in the first place. Are you even into girls.” She asks and now I’m officially pissed off.
“The fuck? Yeah I am into girls, just not into you.”
“You’re such a jerk.” She tells me, frustrated and wanders through the room gathering her clothes.
I’m just starting to regret taking her home, by the way. She was just annoying from the beginning. I need to talk this over with someone right now. Because I don’t understand what’s gotten into me.
“Dude, are you fucking serious?” Dustin seems pissed off, as if he was the one to get rejected. “You can’t take a girl home and treat her like that.”
“She was just pissing me off.” I mumble disinterestedly.
“Still, you don’t have to be such a brat. And by the way, I can’t think of one time when you have rejected a girl like that. I mean, I could draw a pussy in a letter and you’d shove your dick in it. Is this about some other girl?”
I don’t want to tell him about Keira. He’d just nettle me, anyway. So I leave this little detail out.
“Man, I’ve got the craziest idea.” He seems so excited as if he discovered a new planet on our system.
“Yeah?” I doubt anything he’s say would actually help me with my issues. Or rather, issue. Singular.
“What if I invite some crazy hot chicks over? Maybe the reason one girl doesn’t do it for you anymore, is because you need more chicks at once?”
I would be down for such an offer, but I really am not in the mood. “You know what, I’m just gonna go take a nap. I’m swamped with work tomorrow, so I need to recover.”
“Man, who are you and what did you do to you friend? The Cason I know would never pooh-pooh on such offer. I’m starting to get worried. I mean, should I?” he raises an eyebrow. And I really regret having him come over. He just made me more depressed.
What is going on with me? How can one chick make me feel like this? So helpless and lonely? And to say that I only screwed her once. But it’s been days now while she’s away and I’m still thinking about her.
When Dustin leaves, I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts. I look at her name for a moment that seemed like an infinity and think whether I should call her.
I mean, what would I tell her anyway? Keira, I’m sorry I was such a jerk and ruined your life. Now would you come work for me so that I don’t have to feel so helpless? I probably would treat you like trash again, but hey, I’m obsessed so, why not?
Yeah, no! This is just stupid.
And I realize that my addiction with her is stupid. And when she finds out what I did, she’s probably gonna hate me forever.
I was such a jerk. I treated her so poorly just because I was obsessed with her. Now what kind of person does that?
I do, obviously.
I had some huge presentation today. Of course, I had my P.A. work on it, all I did was gather my charm and good looks and give the motherfuckers what that wanted, but for some reason, they are not satisfied. Okay, let me put it this way; they are royally pissed.
“This was by far the worst presentation you’ve made, Cason.” Mr. Brown, one of the most significant benefactors of this project, tells me. “It’s as if your mind is not on the game as it used to be.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I had my people work on it. The same people who dispose of every single project that’s been approved prior. So I don’t really think this is all on me.”
“It’s not about the work, Cason. I’ve seen the board approving projects way worse than this one. Let me tell you something. In business, it’s not about being genius and coming up with magnificent things. It’s about how you sell off your ideas, no matter how shitty they are, to the public. And like I said. You mind is not on the game this time. I’m gonna suggest you to recover whatever issues you’ve got going on there, because with a behavior like this, I think we’re gonna lose every single investor we’ve ever had.”
He leaves me alone into an empty room and I stay silent for a second. Next thing I know I’m hitting the desk with my hand until it bleeds. I put my hands over my head, and I feel like I want to cry and cream at once.
Of course, I don’t do any of that. But needless to say, I want to punish the person who is doing all these things to me. The person who is ruining me. Keira.