The Retiree in the Big House Was Waiting for Me Every Afternoon
Every afternoon I crossed the garden to help him with the vines, but we both knew I was there for something else: the way that huge man looked at me.
Every afternoon I crossed the garden to help him with the vines, but we both knew I was there for something else: the way that huge man looked at me.
There was only one guy at the back, washing his hands. He looked at me in the mirror and, without saying a word, we both knew the wait was over.
It had been months since I’d had a proper cock in my mouth, so when that white Mercedes daddy messaged me, I didn’t think twice.
She doesn’t know that when I go out “to see a friend,” I come back smelling like another man. I’ve been living like this for three months, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
I never imagined a night of dominoes with two friends would end like this. When they both looked at me at the same time, I knew the air had changed.
I thought I knew myself well. Valentina took just three weeks to prove I was completely wrong — and I was infinitely grateful to her.
My friends don’t understand why I go back to that nowhere village every year. If they saw what’s in my gallery, they wouldn’t need to ask.
He locked the door, sat at the desk, and looked at me with green eyes that didn’t judge a thing. I was still breathing hard.