Page 119 of Ewan

Once in my life, I’m trying to do the right thing, and look what it’s gotten me.

A lonely erection and the embarrassment of watching her dance for a bunch of jerks who’ve paid hard, cold cash for this.

Their hands reach inside their pockets, and cash starts flying around the stage.

She continues her routine, unimpressed.

Her legs open and close around the pole, her soft tits moving when she lifts her arms, her shorts highlighting her ass.

I can’t see a damn thing through her bra or shorts, but I imagine her nipples hard for me and her juicy clit peeking through her slit, ready to be licked.

I so much want to have my mouth on this woman right about now.

I’d do anything for that to happen except one thing.

I wouldn’t take her by force.

I’d love to do it as a play, to have her writhe beneath my frame. To allow me to be rough with her. To pull her hair, toss her down, and forcefully spread her legs. I’d do that.

Have her scratch my eyes out while I’d be laughing before entering her and filling her up until her eyes would roll back, and we’d both know the game was over.

That she is mine to pump into, consume, exhaust, and transform into my little plaything.

That she’d not make it out of my grip before getting filled with my cum and being wobbly on her feet, with bruises from my teeth around her neck like a dainty collar.

But she and I are not exactly in a fuzzy space right now. There are issues to be discussed, and her trust in me is shattered.

So, yeah, we’re not in a good place. Not to mention my stalking her.

She snuck up on me yesterday evening––of course she wasn’t there by accident; we’re two peas in a pod in that regard––but still, that doesn’t make my presence here easy to swallow.

She’d be angry if I learned her secrets. And she’d feel humiliated and throw a fit. She might want to gouge my eyes out and not because of the lustful reasons above.

All and all, it would be a disaster, and we might or might not reach a resolution after hate fucking each other.

You never know which way these things go.

Certainly, they wouldn’t be the ideal layout for a great relationship or building a future together.

It’s funny that I’m still considering that under the current circumstances.‘The woman of my dreams’does a split in the air for all the men in the room to see, and I can’t even tell her that I’m here.

But that will change.

Just watch me put an end to all this, toss her over my shoulder like a caveman, and ride with her into the sunset.

For now, I look after my erection, squeezing it gently, indulging in that dribble of pleasure, imagining myself on top of her, ravishing her, and never letting her out of my sight…again.

When the tension becomes unbearable and the pull almost too hard to fight, I remove my hand from my bulge and drink water instead of hard liquor.

This will end tonight.

One way or another.

With this thought in mind, I rise to my feet and head to the bar, where I ask for whoever is running the establishment.

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