It's Me, Charlie

by C.M. Guidroz

Jessie will be moving in this week, she doesn’t know it yet but I’ve waited long enough.

What the actual fuck! And we’re not even in the book proper

The chair creaks as I lean back lifting my stomach to unbutton my pants. I imagine she is watching me, as I pull my sweaty dick out. I ignore the yeasty smell as I pump away, in quick short strokes.

🤮🤮🤮🤮

I get to one of my favorite parts and remind myself to add to the cup on the side of me. This will be the last time I spit in the cup for her because tomorrow she will be here. I can barely contain my excitement as I spit into the cup. I watch as the brown tinted fluid slips down the inside of the cup, I got some of the chocolate in it but that's ok. She may like the slight chocolate flavor. Her eyes will go wide with arousal and her thighs will be drenched, my room will be filled with the sweet smell of her arousal. I close my eyes, willing the thoughts away as my cock twitches begging for me to touch it. I won’t because I am saving all my seed for her, my sweet Jessie.

This really is the most morbid book I’ve ever read

She doesn’t need to be working. I can take care of her and she can stay home and be a full time writer. She will finally be able to devote her time to what she is truly passionate about. I can give her that. She’s always said if she had more time she could make it big. I will give her that and she will be a best selling author.

It’s giving Misery

It doesn’t surprise me that even with her tongue ripped out and her head buried deep in the dirt she still can’t shut up.

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