Cat Games Part 2: The Nickname

It’s been a month of living together and I’m still alone in my bed.

I bring the blankets and the purple comforter up around myself and sigh while I replay it all again. It had been such a rush to take revenge and to be physical with Rayne. I can’t stop thinking about the way her body felt in my hands and underneath me. I can’t stop recalling how her female nectar filled my mouth and coated my tongue. It was intoxicating. The experience has regularly fed my fantasies.

And I wonder, now what?

Maybe Rayne had feigned attraction to me just for giggles during the Daren fiasco. It had been fun, spontaneous, and divine, but maybe that’s what gets Rayne off. Maybe now that we’re living together, the rush is lost for her, and she finds me too plain, too quiet, or too boring. Maybe she likes bigger tits and bolder personalities. On the other hand, maybe I’m just a terrible lover. Repeats rarely happen when the sex fails to hit home. I know I wouldn’t want a repeat with someone who couldn’t get me off the way that I wanted. That’d be a waste of my time.

But Rayne had gotten off. So had I. And there was a flush in her face, a spark in her eye, and a grin as wide as the Mississippi.

I’m over-thinking again.

I moan in frustration and roll over, feeling restless.

Nothing I do seems to help, not even discovering that...