CHAPTER 3
Alistair
I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. My eyes may be open and facing up, but I don’t see anything in the room…only images of her in my mind.
I can’t believe how clear they are. It’s like a movie playing in my mind. Watching her from my window as she plays with those dogs all day. She makes it look easy, but I know it’s not.
She has to keep them fit, entertain them, feed them, and care for their health and well-being. It’s a lot of work and I’m glad we found the perfect person who really loves animals.
Speaking of love…well…I try and tell myself it can’t be, but I definitely have feelings. Very strong feelings. Too strong in fact.
Almost as strong as the erection that’s pushing up against my silk sheets.
She’s like human Viagra, not that I needed it. I may be thirty-five, but I workout religious and still have the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old. If I don’t release soon my groin is going to explode.
But I don’t believe in meaningless sex, nor do I believe in masturbating to the thought of her. It would be a shallow “victory” that would be anything but once the high of the finish wore off.
Sure, imagining what it feels like to be inside her would be the ultimate…but I’m not going to do it. I want the real thing or nothing, and I know I’m not going to wind up with nothing.
I just need to come up with a plan, but I can’t keep repeating that over and over in my head. I need to do it.
It’s just so hard when every moment I’m obsessed with her and thoughts of her. It’s kind of ironic that she pervades my thoughts so much that I can’t concentrate on how I’m actually going to turn my thoughts into a reality.
I shake my head and try and bring my thoughts back into the room.
It’s hard to think when your balls ache and your mind is so focused on one thing.
I get up out of the bed and walk into the shower.
I turn the knob all the way over to the cold setting and let the water flow down over me.
I close my eyes and count down from sixty.
Nothing.
Still hard as a rock.
I repeat the same countdown exercise and get the exact same results.
I turn off the water and pick up a phone in the bathroom that rings to our butlers.
“Could I please get a small bucket of ice up to my room, Matthew?”
“Certainly, sir.”
By the time I’m toweled off and out there’s already a bucket sitting outside my door.
I do my best to pull it into the room in privacy, not that I should worry anyways. I have this wing of the palace all to myself.
I do a half walk half waddle back into the bathroom with the bucket of ice and step back into the shower, but I don’t turn the water on.
I scoop up a handful of ice and bring it underneath my cock. I pause remembering to wet it quickly and then return it to the same position.
I take in a deep breath and raise it up to the bottom of my shaft.
Nothing!
My lust for this girl is insatiable. What am I going to do with myself?
And then a few seconds later human biology takes over and my erection starts to subside…some.
I should be freezing to death, but my blood is running warm because of the thoughts I’m continuously having for her.
No way I’m falling asleep anytime soon. Neither my mind, nor my body, is going to allow it.