He Could Be An ASMR Host

Then he bit my earlobe. My knees almost gave out. I would have said yes if he asked me to give him a kidney. It completely skipped my mind that I’d come here to take up his offer of a shoulder to cry on. Was this what Dad called bait-and-switch? Make one offer, but substitute it with something else once the mark was reeled in? I didn’t care. I was a willing mark. I was suffering from touch starvation. His hands and his kiss were analgesics. They made me forget all about my pain. I couldn’t recall how exactly I got naked, or how we got upstairs. When my heart rate climbed down from the climax he pushed me to, it was one o’clock in the morning. My friend was right; sex worked better than Xanax. Kieran, somehow still able to stand upright after the marathon session, carried me into the bathroom. We showered together. The sheets on the bed were all rumpled and…wet. He carried me in his arms to a guest room. The dry satin sheets were cool to the touch. My body was exhausted, but my mind was