I wish it was easy to decide my next move. One week left, with only one girl on my mind. She’s got the softest face in all of Seattle and I had her. But that was just one night and now she’s gone. I sit in my hotel room with the light dimmed. It’s probably midnight by now, but I’m not checking. I’ve got the mini bar cracked open and the world is my oyster.

I can’t help it. I’m depressed. I fucked the pinnacle of what a woman is. I got to the highest plane of pleasure, but gravity is a bitch. What goes up must come crashing down in a ball of fire.

This is the man’s curse. That’s what my mom used to always say to me. “Son, a man has nothing to look forward to,” she said. I’d ask her why, of course. She’d just say, “Because men don’t appreciate what they have when they have it.” She’d always leave it at that. As I got older, I realized she was talking about my father.

I grew up with the worst examples of parents. They’d scream at each other and then I’d get in the way of all of that. I wanted to fix shit. I’d grab my hockey stick and pull my dad outside. I’d tell him everything was okay. I’d ask him to go on the ice with me. He never did. Eventually, you just get to the age where self-destruction sounds like a better plan.

My father left us at the worst moment possible. We were going through the motions and debt was racking up every month. I guess he couldn’t handle it anymore. He took off and never showed up again. My mother was stuck in debt for the remainder of her years. She passed away with a broken heart. I still don’t know what happened to my dad. Honestly, I never need to know. That bastard is dead to me.

I take another one of my shooters of vodka and clutch it in my palm as if it’s my holy water. I untwist the cap and drink it down. My cock jerks up when I think about her again, stretched out on that bed of hers. I can still see her tits hanging down, nipples outright and facing me. God, I want to taste her again. I want to feel her softness against my hardened palms.

I’m trying to play it cool. I didn’t want to call her so soon after everything went down. Normally, the woman does all that bullshit. But she’s playing the same game as me. Either that, or she had the worst time of her life. I laugh out loud at that thought. Hell no. She loved every minute of what I gave her.

I drink another shooter and I’m feeling pretty fucking good. I stand up and look out the glass window. I’m completely naked. After thinking about Jacqueline, I’m harder than my stick. So many people down there and anyone could be looking up at me.

I grab my phone and click to her name. Jacqueline. I hover over it for a good minute, but I know what I’m bound to do. In a determined effort to spice this night up, I press the button. The ringing noise echoes in my ear. I grab my cock and hold it, waiting for her to answer.

“Hello?” Her sweet voice is like that from an angel.

“Jackie?” I say. My voice is the opposite of hers. It’s deep, low, and perhaps from the devil himself.

“I hate it when people call me Jackie,” she says. A slight laugh forms at the tail end of her sentence.

“You know I’m going to call you that from no on, just because you hate it, right?” I ask her.

“You’re a bully,” she says.

“I can play nice,” I say.

“Please don’t,” she says.

A rush of energy comes into my body. God, she’s so fucking hot. Why does she have to make me feel so good in all of the wrong ways? She’s my muse and I only have an allotted time with her. I have to see her again. I have to make the most of this.

“You really like it rough, don’t you?” I ask her. I loosely grip another shooter in my hand. Slowly, I untwist the cap.

“You’re drunk,” she says.

“I am,” I say, drinking another. “Is that a problem for you?”

Her breath hits the receiver. My cock rises higher into the air. It rests solid against my abs. “No. It kind of turns me on,” she says. “It’s just not really fair that I’m here and you’re there.”

“Then come over,” I say.

Images flash in my head. Dark and fucked up. I see my teeth gnawing at her panties. They rip them down her legs. I crawl over and devour her, taking any hole I want. I have to take a few breaths to relax myself. I want her so bad again. She has no idea what she’s done to me. She’s awakened a monster.

“I can’t,” she says. “I have work tomorrow.”

“Liar,” I say, grabbing my cock. I start to stroke it, up and down. It feels powerful in my hand.

“I wish I was,” she says.

“I’m hard,” I whisper. “Much harder than last night.”

I can hear her falter against her words. Her breath lingers. I imagine those lips, resting against her teeth. I can picture her opening her mouth for me, asking for things I can only dream about.

“You want to crawl into my bed, don’t you?” she asks. “Do you want to sneak into my house and take me by surprise?”

I lean back against the bed and spit on my cock. “You’re so dirty. Keep talking like that,” I say.

“Are you touching it right now?” she asks.

“You keep talking like that and I’m going to explode,” I say. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day, you know?”

“I have to,” she says. “I’ve been thinking about how big you were, and how strong you felt against me. There’s so much more I want to do with you.”

“Then come over,” I repeat. I’m beyond ready for her. “Come into my hotel room and sit on my lap. I want to fuck you nice and slow, kitten.”

“Tell me what you’d do,” she says.

I’m as excited as a boy on Christmas. I can barely contain it. I say, “I want you to come into my hotel room, but quietly. You’re wearing a short dress, but it’s modest enough. I’m sitting on the bed, waiting in the darkness, but you don’t see me right away. When you do, it takes you by surprise. Still, you regain some of that confidence and slip out of those heels. That’s when I motion for you to come over to me,” I say.

“Go on,” she says, breathing harder.

“Are you touching yourself?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Just… keep talking.”

Precum is dripping from my cock. I use it as lubricant and keep my hand pumping. I can smell her. I can taste her. I’ve got an insatiable appetite and I need her.

“When you come over to me, I place my hand under your dress. I feel you and your panties are soaking. You close your eyes and place one leg over me. I bring you down to my lap,” I say. “As we kiss, your hips grind downward. You can feel my cock, pressing against you.”

“Are you naked?” she asks me.

“I’m not wearing a damn thing,” I say. “Your hands fall to my chest as I hold you against me. I slide your panties to the side and you feel the pressure as I enter you. You’re so fucking tight and warm. I fit so snug inside your pussy.”

“You barely fit,” she whispers. “It takes some effort, but you manage to push in deep. Just when I think you’re about to stop, you slide in even further.”

This woman understands all my desires. She understands that deep down, I like to be a monster. I like to hold my women down and fuck them with every ounce of strength in my body. They have to want it. Most women don’t ever go to those depths, but there are some women who do. Jacqueline is one of those women.

“You’re a freak,” I groan.

“I want to feel you cum inside of me,” she says.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum. Keep talking, kitten.”

My cock is at the point of no return. I slide my palm over the head and let it fall back down my shaft. I can feel the pressure build between my legs. My balls turn compact and hard to the touch.

“I want it in my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass,” she says.

“Oh, shit,” I groan.

As soon as she says those words, a never-ending wave of satisfaction hits me. My balls contract and my shaft grows. Then I feel it, the real feeling of pleasure, the ultimate. My eyes light up. I’m obsessed with the feeling she gives me. My cock pumps upward, and a stream of cum shoots onto my stomach.

“Fuck!” I grunt.

“Keep cumming for me,” she says. Her whispering voice pierces my ear and I cum again. I let go of myself and fall back onto the bed. More of it comes out.

“You finished?” she giggles.

“Come over,” I repeat. I’m out of breath and dizzy with pleasure.

“Have a goodnight, cowboy,” she laughs.

“Wait!” I cry out, laughing a little.

Click. There’s silence in the receiver. She hangs up the phone.

I toss my phone to the side and slowly crawl away from the bed. As I walk up to the hotel window, I can see my reflection in the mirror. I’m still hard. This woman has me going crazy for her. She’s milking every second of it.