The time was 12. I have been sleeping for so long after the fucking last night. My body felt like I had been on a marathon run. My cock was no life in, small and satisfied. So was I. I went down the stairs, I could hear mom on her phone talking to her workers.

I started to get nervous, nervous that the same thing will repeatedly happen, the talk, and no sex, no naked, no masturbating. My heart started to pump harder for each step I took. I went into the kitchen. And my heart skipped a beat. What the fuck? The disappointment slammed my soul away.