A Lonely Heart's Wish

Owen flings back the covers on his bed and pads silently to his desk, his eyes never leaving his phone. his fingers lightly tap the desk to it, trying to convince himself he does not need to watch the video yet one more time this evening. Groaning softly, he picks up his phone and carries it to his bed. He knows he will not sleep until he has taken care of his ‘little problem’ but it had been several hundred years since he had experienced this discomfort and he has no inclination to feel it again.

 Cueing up the video, he strips his pajama bottoms off, leaving himself completely naked as he climbs back into bed. He touches play, settles the phone on a pillow so he can see it better, and slides his hand down to cup his already hard shaft. The sight of her only causes him to harden further, a moan escaping his lips as she is peeled out of her dress. His hand tightens, stroking himself faster as he imagines slowly peeling the rest of the outfit off of her. His moans come more often, seeing in his mind’s eye pushing her against the wall and wrapping her legs around him as he guides himself inside her. Her imagined cries and look of pleasure on her face as he fucks her hard sends him over the edge. His hips jerk as he spills the last of his seed, causing her name to escape his lips.

He lays there panting afterwards, waiting for his heart to calm before cleaning up the evidence of his actions. With an inward sigh, he knows he will not be able to look at her now without seeing her clad in the corset and spread out before him. He settles back down in bed, one last thought running through his head before sleep overtakes him. How will I face her tomorrow evening?