We haven’t spoken in over two years now, and even I know that I’m not over her. I’m not sure that I ever will be, and knowing that she’s coming home reminds me of the promise I kept to myself six years ago, when I was still just a stupid teen.
We kept in contact for the first four years, talking on the phone at least once a week, late into the night, until she mentioned that she’d met someone that was interested in her. It hurt like hell, but knowing that she wouldn’t be back home for a while I realized that I needed to let her live while she was there. There was no way I was going to hold her back by breaking down like a pussy and telling her how much I loved her. Asking her to wait for me as I have planned on waiting for her would be selfish.
Eventually, the calls slowed down until we were at the point that we barely talked but once every few months. Then . . . they ended all together. I think it was necessary in order for us both to go on with our lives, because every time we talked I could hear the ache and longing in her voice. I had to make it easier for her to live in hopes that it would make it easier for me.
Knowing that she’ll be back any day now, possibly even now, has me unable to function properly.
I’ve been holding back from fucking other women, only giving them oral pleasure, because to me she’s more important than just a meaningless lay. I thought that after we stopped calling each other every week that I would just forget about my promise to wait, but I never did. It’s always been in the back of mind, fucking with me and making it impossible for me to take a woman to bed and give myself to her. I want her to find peace in knowing that when my cock enters her that she’s the only woman I’ve been inside of and that I plan on pleasuring her over and over again until she can no longer handle me. I won’t be able to stop and I sure as hell don’t have any plans to.
Standing up straight, I run my hands through my hair while letting out a frustrated breath, bringing myself back to reality. I’m not much of a drinker, but right now . . . I feel like downing a fifth of whiskey.
Trying to get my head back into my performance, I twist both of my arms into the chain hanging above my head and thrust to the slow rhythm, while letting my unbuttoned jeans fall lower and lower with each movement. The screaming of the crowd causes me to put on a fake smirk and get into the moment as much as I will get, enough to at least finish my last performance of the night.
I’m close to the edge of the stage. Girls are reaching out to grope me as I give them a show. I can feel the sweat rolling down my body, dripping onto the marble stage at my feet as I continue pretending that I’m fucking every single girl in this room.
That’s what they all want. That’s all they ever want. These girls are here because they want to feel as if I want them, so . . . that’s what I make them believe. As fucked up as it sounds, it sends them home happy. That’s what matters here at Walk Of Shame.
“Right here! Cale!”
I open my eyes and bring them down to meet the brunette below me that is eagerly waving a wad of cash above her head. Releasing the chains, I walk to the edge of the stage, grab onto the back of her head, and grind my crotch into her face before thrusting repeatedly. In no time my jeans are on the floor and I’m standing in nothing but my white, very see through, boxer briefs.
I grind slow and hard, making her reach around and shove her cash into the back of my boxer briefs, just above my ass crack. I feel her hands exploring my ass, so I reach behind me and discretely pull them away before jumping off the stage.
The screaming of the women gets significantly louder as soon as my feet hit the main level. It’s almost the end of my performance, and tonight I’m ending it with a little something special.
Making my way through the crowd I stop in front of the redhead that is hopefully going to help clear my head later. Straddling her lap, I sway my hips while running her hands up my bare chest, before pushing them down my body and stopping at the waist of my briefs.
I hear a little gasp escape her lips as I release her hands, letting her explore while I grind on her as if I were fucking her deep and hard; very deep and hard.
Smirking, I stand up from her chair before turning the other way and doing a quick handstand so that my cock is in her face. I begin to thrust my hips, swaying them around in a circle as the music speeds up, ending my performance.
All the women go wild as I grind my hips one more time and end it with a thrust to her face, before maneuvering my way back to my feet. Looking down at the ground, I focus on catching my breath, noticing all the cash surrounding me. Even with my head fucked up and lost somewhere else, my body still knows exactly what to do.
Walking away, I head over toward the back room to change, as Kash, the new kid, cleans up my stash of money. He showed up about a week ago asking for a job, so Lynx, the new owner, decided to make him our grunt for a few weeks first just to mess with him.
I’m standing here naked, just pulling a fresh pair of jeans on when I hear Kash step into the room and slap the pile of bills onto the table.
“Holy shit, bro.” He slaps the money down a few more times and grins as I button my jeans and throw my white tee on. “Those girls are fucking insane. I’ve never seen such horny women in my life. This is a damn dream job. I swear my cock got grabbed at least five times just now.”
Grabbing my tip money from Kash I grin and slap five twenties down into the palm of his hand. He hasn’t seen shit yet. “Yeah, well you better be prepared to work that stage next week, rookie. You gotta learn to shake that cock of yours first. You’ve got some major shoes to fill.”
He nods his head while stuffing the cash into his back pocket. “I already know how to work it, bro. No worries.”
“Alright, man.” I slap his back. “I’m getting out of here. I’ll see ya later.”
“See ya,” I hear him say right as I push my way back out into the crowd of women. It only takes me a few seconds to spot the sexy little redhead from earlier. She’s watching me as if she’s been waiting for me to come back out.
The cute little brunette that I was grinding on earlier is with her, sipping on her drink as they both eye fuck me all the way up to the bar.
Sara shakes her head and slides a draft beer across the bar top. “Damn Cale. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work it like that on the stage.” She wipes her forehead off and waves her hand as if slinging sweat off of it. “So good tonight, baby.”
We kept in contact for the first four years, talking on the phone at least once a week, late into the night, until she mentioned that she’d met someone that was interested in her. It hurt like hell, but knowing that she wouldn’t be back home for a while I realized that I needed to let her live while she was there. There was no way I was going to hold her back by breaking down like a pussy and telling her how much I loved her. Asking her to wait for me as I have planned on waiting for her would be selfish.
Eventually, the calls slowed down until we were at the point that we barely talked but once every few months. Then . . . they ended all together. I think it was necessary in order for us both to go on with our lives, because every time we talked I could hear the ache and longing in her voice. I had to make it easier for her to live in hopes that it would make it easier for me.
Knowing that she’ll be back any day now, possibly even now, has me unable to function properly.
I’ve been holding back from fucking other women, only giving them oral pleasure, because to me she’s more important than just a meaningless lay. I thought that after we stopped calling each other every week that I would just forget about my promise to wait, but I never did. It’s always been in the back of mind, fucking with me and making it impossible for me to take a woman to bed and give myself to her. I want her to find peace in knowing that when my cock enters her that she’s the only woman I’ve been inside of and that I plan on pleasuring her over and over again until she can no longer handle me. I won’t be able to stop and I sure as hell don’t have any plans to.
Standing up straight, I run my hands through my hair while letting out a frustrated breath, bringing myself back to reality. I’m not much of a drinker, but right now . . . I feel like downing a fifth of whiskey.
Trying to get my head back into my performance, I twist both of my arms into the chain hanging above my head and thrust to the slow rhythm, while letting my unbuttoned jeans fall lower and lower with each movement. The screaming of the crowd causes me to put on a fake smirk and get into the moment as much as I will get, enough to at least finish my last performance of the night.
I’m close to the edge of the stage. Girls are reaching out to grope me as I give them a show. I can feel the sweat rolling down my body, dripping onto the marble stage at my feet as I continue pretending that I’m fucking every single girl in this room.
That’s what they all want. That’s all they ever want. These girls are here because they want to feel as if I want them, so . . . that’s what I make them believe. As fucked up as it sounds, it sends them home happy. That’s what matters here at Walk Of Shame.
“Right here! Cale!”
I open my eyes and bring them down to meet the brunette below me that is eagerly waving a wad of cash above her head. Releasing the chains, I walk to the edge of the stage, grab onto the back of her head, and grind my crotch into her face before thrusting repeatedly. In no time my jeans are on the floor and I’m standing in nothing but my white, very see through, boxer briefs.
I grind slow and hard, making her reach around and shove her cash into the back of my boxer briefs, just above my ass crack. I feel her hands exploring my ass, so I reach behind me and discretely pull them away before jumping off the stage.
The screaming of the women gets significantly louder as soon as my feet hit the main level. It’s almost the end of my performance, and tonight I’m ending it with a little something special.
Making my way through the crowd I stop in front of the redhead that is hopefully going to help clear my head later. Straddling her lap, I sway my hips while running her hands up my bare chest, before pushing them down my body and stopping at the waist of my briefs.
I hear a little gasp escape her lips as I release her hands, letting her explore while I grind on her as if I were fucking her deep and hard; very deep and hard.
Smirking, I stand up from her chair before turning the other way and doing a quick handstand so that my cock is in her face. I begin to thrust my hips, swaying them around in a circle as the music speeds up, ending my performance.
All the women go wild as I grind my hips one more time and end it with a thrust to her face, before maneuvering my way back to my feet. Looking down at the ground, I focus on catching my breath, noticing all the cash surrounding me. Even with my head fucked up and lost somewhere else, my body still knows exactly what to do.
Walking away, I head over toward the back room to change, as Kash, the new kid, cleans up my stash of money. He showed up about a week ago asking for a job, so Lynx, the new owner, decided to make him our grunt for a few weeks first just to mess with him.
I’m standing here naked, just pulling a fresh pair of jeans on when I hear Kash step into the room and slap the pile of bills onto the table.
“Holy shit, bro.” He slaps the money down a few more times and grins as I button my jeans and throw my white tee on. “Those girls are fucking insane. I’ve never seen such horny women in my life. This is a damn dream job. I swear my cock got grabbed at least five times just now.”
Grabbing my tip money from Kash I grin and slap five twenties down into the palm of his hand. He hasn’t seen shit yet. “Yeah, well you better be prepared to work that stage next week, rookie. You gotta learn to shake that cock of yours first. You’ve got some major shoes to fill.”
He nods his head while stuffing the cash into his back pocket. “I already know how to work it, bro. No worries.”
“Alright, man.” I slap his back. “I’m getting out of here. I’ll see ya later.”
“See ya,” I hear him say right as I push my way back out into the crowd of women. It only takes me a few seconds to spot the sexy little redhead from earlier. She’s watching me as if she’s been waiting for me to come back out.
The cute little brunette that I was grinding on earlier is with her, sipping on her drink as they both eye fuck me all the way up to the bar.
Sara shakes her head and slides a draft beer across the bar top. “Damn Cale. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work it like that on the stage.” She wipes her forehead off and waves her hand as if slinging sweat off of it. “So good tonight, baby.”
