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inhale sharply and gulp back. Fuck, his cock is hot. I haven’t seen one in person for almost two months. Damn-it. Okay, I got to go. I need to stop staring. Stop it, Em. Stop looking at your forty-three year old best friend bodyguard’s cock. This is wrong! This is wrong on every single level.
    “I…uh.” I croak out. “I…” Fuck, I can’t stop staring. I look like a complete horny dumbass. I’m like a man who stares at tits. I’m almost drooling at the sight. It’s official, I’m crazy. I’ve hit the level of horny crazy, I need to be locked up and throw away the key.
    I grip the frame harder.
    “When… um…” Oh fuck, no don’t you dare ask him that. That’s none of your fucking business you horny cunt.
    “When what Emily?” he says his voice is like a gently caress on my skin. Shit!
    “Nothing, nothing.” I shake my head back and forth. He hasn’t moved he’s standing next to the bed naked. Without a care in the world and his cock is hard as a rock. Damn. I bite my lip and groan. I hate this. I hate myself.
    “When was the last time I had sex?” he asks softly and sensually in his deep voice. It’s like his voice is making love to me. I know he doesn’t mean to but I’m so high on hormones I can’t stop thinking about anything else. I squeeze my legs together. Fuck! Oh, I’m going to come. Oh yep. I’m nearly there. I squeeze them again. My body trembles. I hang my head and let out a hard lustful breath.
    “I haven’t had sex in five years,” He states, with his normal tone. Now that didn’t feel like he was tonguing me with his words.
    I stare up at him and my mouth drops open. “Five?” I sputter out and swallow hard.
    “You’re the third woman ever to see this.” He eyes his beautiful member.
    “And?” Oh shit, I can’t believe I said that. Grab the bathroom door, Emily, and shut it. Stop looking at your hot sexy Teddy Bear who’s naked as a jaybird. And surely stop fucking him with your eyes, you stupid bitch.
    “The first one was my girlfriend I told you about. She was okay with my, you know. But it never felt right, we didn’t click. But she wouldn’t touch it with her hands. The other we never had sex and when she saw it, it scared her. So I haven’t dated since.”
    “You’re an idiot,” I blurt. Son of a bitch! I need to put duct tape over my mouth.
    “Why?” he asks hotly. Damn him. That voice is back. The deep tone with the underlying current of pheromones basically lapping me into an orgasm with his words. Why does he have to be so hot!?
    “Because your cock should be put on display as the hottest thing ever!” I nearly yell.
    He laughs a throaty laugh and that cock and I can’t stop staring at jumps. Fuckkkkkk.
    I back into the doorway and grab the door I slowly shut it and push myself against it sliding to the floor. I push my hand into my panties and I squeeze my clit. Oh! Yes!
    “Oh shit!” I moan out loud. I rub it two more times. Oh yes…… I scream and I break into a million pieces of a perfect orgasm on the bathroom floor. My body twitching and my breathing is heavy. Fucking James and that beautiful cock. This is going to be a huge problem if I ever see it again. Which I hope I don’t. It makes me want to suck it and fuck it and do all sort of other naughty things. Which is all because my stupid whore of a cunt can’t be happily sated for more than a few hours.
    She doesn’t understand that James is James and not just some regular dick. She wants it, all the time. Doesn’t matter if it’s the milk man, the mail man, B.O.B, my hand or whatever else. She wants fucked and fucked good. And Anna misses Claire. But I haven’t touched Anna since I’ve been with Claire. It’s all for her and it doesn’t seem sexual if I touch it.
    I catch my breath, get off the floor and turn on the water to the giant bath. I need to calm down and stop reeling from my self-pleasure session.
    I take off my soaked panties. There goes the third pair of the