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Authors: Sibylla Matilde
bombed that the memories seemed a little fuzzy. Heated, but surreal. Intrinsic. Deniable.
Yet now, I had a stronger memory that pulled at me. Something irrefutable that challenged the sense of loss Maggie instilled in me. I let it take hold, guiding my hands to firmly grip my cock. Allowing the remembrance of her to overwhelm me, the image of her bent over my desk as I watched my length slide in and out of her.
Fantasizing about Raven to avoid thinking of Maggie was soooooo not healthy, for either Raven or me.
But, God , it helped.
So I used it. I allowed it to buzz through my veins until all thoughts of Maggie and heartache had been drowned out by the reverie of Raven and her touch.
After beating off, washing off, and toweling off, I pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and headed downstairs. It was just before seven, and Justin sat hunched over a bowl of Lucky Charms, dressed in respectable university adjunct professor clothes. The guy even had a tie on.
“So what’s with the tie? You in trouble with administration or something?” I asked as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Fucking curriculum meetings,” Justin grumbled, scooping the last of the marshmallows into a bite.
“Gotcha,” I replied. “I figured you were in trouble for nailing a student or something.”
“Fuck off,” he snorted. “I’m careful. No students.” He got up to rinse his bowl and plop it in the dishwasher. He turned and leaned up against the counter, studying me warily. “So, I heard about Maggie. Batting for the other team. Or catching maybe. I’m actually not sure what euphemism would work for chicks.”
I shrugged. “Thanks for reminding me that I turned my girlfriend into a lez.”
“You didn’t do shit.”
“It sure as fuck feels that way.”
“That’s a crock of shit, and you know it.” He chuckled at my skeptical glance. “Besides, if I had a chick, I’d rather she left me for another girl. At least I’d know my dick was bigger.”
“Nice, Justin. Nice.”
“Besides, I was starting to think I’d have to go outside the group for a wingman, but now you and I can live like the good ol’ days.”
“Fuck… Dude, I dunno…”
He just gave me an easy grin as he grabbed his computer bag and headed towards the door. “Trust me. We'll get you all hooked up at the Copperline tonight. What you need is a good, cleansing fuck.”
Little did he know, I’d had one, two actually, and I wasn’t sure it helped in the long-term. Raven had the incredible ability of driving Maggie from my mind the second I touched her, but the emptiness flooded back when she was gone. The rejection still festered inside me.
Even worse, tonight would be my first time on stage in years without Maggie there. She didn’t want me anymore, and she had been the one who believed in me the most.
I didn’t know if I could hack it.
“Dude, yeah, totally,” Justin was saying as I dragged myself to the bottom of the stairs to the Copperline stage that afternoon. “He looked like complete hell this morning.”
I probably still looked like hell. Maybe even more so. My day at Ink had been long and quiet. Neil sorta kept to himself, and Raven had the day off. I didn’t have many appointments scheduled, so I ended up doing a lot of just sitting around and thinking about shit.
Sitting around and thinking about shit sucked.
“Fucking Maggie,” Cody muttered. Even he sounded pissed, and Cody almost never lost his cool. “What a complete bitch.”
“Yeah,” Denny murmured in his thick Irish accent. His Dublin-born roots tended to become more pronounced when he was annoyed or angry about something, so his lilt was telling. “She’d shite in your parlor and charge ya for it.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Justin asked. “Speak English, you fucker.”
“It means she’s a real bitch,” Felicity explained. As Denny’s wife, she was usually the first to comprehend his Irishisms, often acting as translator for the rest
Yet now, I had a stronger memory that pulled at me. Something irrefutable that challenged the sense of loss Maggie instilled in me. I let it take hold, guiding my hands to firmly grip my cock. Allowing the remembrance of her to overwhelm me, the image of her bent over my desk as I watched my length slide in and out of her.
Fantasizing about Raven to avoid thinking of Maggie was soooooo not healthy, for either Raven or me.
But, God , it helped.
So I used it. I allowed it to buzz through my veins until all thoughts of Maggie and heartache had been drowned out by the reverie of Raven and her touch.
After beating off, washing off, and toweling off, I pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and headed downstairs. It was just before seven, and Justin sat hunched over a bowl of Lucky Charms, dressed in respectable university adjunct professor clothes. The guy even had a tie on.
“So what’s with the tie? You in trouble with administration or something?” I asked as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Fucking curriculum meetings,” Justin grumbled, scooping the last of the marshmallows into a bite.
“Gotcha,” I replied. “I figured you were in trouble for nailing a student or something.”
“Fuck off,” he snorted. “I’m careful. No students.” He got up to rinse his bowl and plop it in the dishwasher. He turned and leaned up against the counter, studying me warily. “So, I heard about Maggie. Batting for the other team. Or catching maybe. I’m actually not sure what euphemism would work for chicks.”
I shrugged. “Thanks for reminding me that I turned my girlfriend into a lez.”
“You didn’t do shit.”
“It sure as fuck feels that way.”
“That’s a crock of shit, and you know it.” He chuckled at my skeptical glance. “Besides, if I had a chick, I’d rather she left me for another girl. At least I’d know my dick was bigger.”
“Nice, Justin. Nice.”
“Besides, I was starting to think I’d have to go outside the group for a wingman, but now you and I can live like the good ol’ days.”
“Fuck… Dude, I dunno…”
He just gave me an easy grin as he grabbed his computer bag and headed towards the door. “Trust me. We'll get you all hooked up at the Copperline tonight. What you need is a good, cleansing fuck.”
Little did he know, I’d had one, two actually, and I wasn’t sure it helped in the long-term. Raven had the incredible ability of driving Maggie from my mind the second I touched her, but the emptiness flooded back when she was gone. The rejection still festered inside me.
Even worse, tonight would be my first time on stage in years without Maggie there. She didn’t want me anymore, and she had been the one who believed in me the most.
I didn’t know if I could hack it.
“Dude, yeah, totally,” Justin was saying as I dragged myself to the bottom of the stairs to the Copperline stage that afternoon. “He looked like complete hell this morning.”
I probably still looked like hell. Maybe even more so. My day at Ink had been long and quiet. Neil sorta kept to himself, and Raven had the day off. I didn’t have many appointments scheduled, so I ended up doing a lot of just sitting around and thinking about shit.
Sitting around and thinking about shit sucked.
“Fucking Maggie,” Cody muttered. Even he sounded pissed, and Cody almost never lost his cool. “What a complete bitch.”
“Yeah,” Denny murmured in his thick Irish accent. His Dublin-born roots tended to become more pronounced when he was annoyed or angry about something, so his lilt was telling. “She’d shite in your parlor and charge ya for it.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Justin asked. “Speak English, you fucker.”
“It means she’s a real bitch,” Felicity explained. As Denny’s wife, she was usually the first to comprehend his Irishisms, often acting as translator for the rest