Just Be A Little More Patient And Let Him Finish Eating. Everything He Has Will Be Yours By The End Of

Just be a little more patient and let him finish eating. Everything he has will be yours by the end of tonight.

Distraction can be deadly.

You had met Charlie earlier that day at the hotel pool and hit it off immediately. Wasting no time, you two spent the morning having the fling of a lifetime before returning to the pool. This wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, but that chemistry was undeniable. Naturally, when you found out you lived just 25 miles away from each other, you realized this didn’t have to be the vacation affair you both intended. Neither one of you were looking for more than a hot body, but this was deeper, even by accident. You needed more of him. You found yourself craving his personality way more than his physicality. Sure it may have only been six hours, but it felt like six months. It might be crazy, but there could be a future with this man. Bending over the pool wall, looking into your eyes; it felt like you two were the only men in the world.

But then cruel reality set in. You hadn’t realized at first that there was someone else in the pool, actually several guys, a fact you became acutely aware of when he started slipping. In a moment your perfect world was shattered as you see your lover’s legs disappear into some muscle hunk’s ass. Desperately trying to hold on as you watch in horror as his terrified face gets engulfed between two round muscular cheeks. You hold on even as it becomes futile. Your potential future, just a pair of hands before you have no choice but to let go or join the same fate. You consider going for a second, but ultimately decide it’s not worth throwing away your life for a six hour boyfriend. To the predator’s credit, he apologizes, but you understand, a man’s gotta eat. Just unfortunate to sit and think of what might’ve been, as you lay on the pool chair feeling the last movements of Charlie inside of a tight gut.

Afternoon stretch

I know you’re trying to be all macho and crap, but all you’re doing is advertising your body to predators like me. And what a body too. I’m gonna be honest with you, you’ve already screwed up by posting yourself like this, summoning scores of hungry guys towards you, you’re already done for. With that, with your end being so inevitable now why not let a guy like me take care of you who will be gentle before one the more ferocious guys gets to you.

What do you mean it worked? Oh, you’re a predator like me? Well I always appreciate a challenge.

I don’t think that’s what your therapist meant, but you’ve had way less fights since you adopted this policy with your now ex, so it’s gotta be working somehow

When you try to be the bigger person

Hey tasty, why not come in and relax, the water is near perfect and my hot tub is even better . . .

It seems like he’s been growing impatient for you to arrive and while you couldn’t say for sure why, he’s giving you a hungry look as you subconsciously check out his ass and mouth, either of which could easily end you . . .