8 Silver Herrings

Chronicles of a Demon

I watched her walk into the restaurant, looking like an angel that just popped out of heaven. And in that instant, every sense of reasoning I had evaporated from me. I’m a thirsty player for girls with long legs, but those legs were firm support to a well protruded butt. I fixed my gaze on them from when she ordered, till she rested them on a chair adjacent to me.

I already pictured inviting her home. How I’d run my finger from the back of her head, through the lines of her back, then grab the two equal sides of her butt. Gradually, my trouser started to rise. I almost forgot I had just 15 minutes for lunch and makeup before I head back to work.

Hello Yoruba demon! Elizabeth screamed. You claim you want to make up, but here you are doing the same thing that led to our separation. I regret honouring your invitation. I totally forgot I invited my ex for a date, not to actually make up like she thinks, but to get a sex partner as my current friend with benefits will be out of town for a while. She picked her bag, headed for the door, and looked at me with expectation I’ll chase behind. I wanted to, but needed time to kill my erection.

Later when the storm was calm. I can’t lose at both sides, I thought. I walked over to the other girl with my trademark smile. Hello I am Akin. May I? Stay at wuse zone 2, here for lunch with your ex, and you just want to fuck me yen! yen! yen! She said. I passed the test Elizabeth brought along.

Wildkhard [TA]