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but I can
say that there are great chunks of my day that are pleasant and even
happy at times.
    Today was no exception, except
that as the evening got nearer and I knew I’d
be heading to The Silo, I started to get knotted up with unease. This
was very strange because I go to The Silo almost every night, and I
fuck almost every night. I love sex. It’s amazing and addictive
and freeing and numbing.
    So I try to do it as much as
possible.
    It is something that causes my
steps to become lighter once I walk toward a guaranteed orgasm within
that building.
    But not tonight.
    I walk in that door, and I
immediately tense up with wondering what Auralie will be wearing. How
will she smell? Will her hair be up or down? Nipples hard or soft?
Will her eyes look at me with the same meaning as last night, and
will I absolutely hate watching her touch and taste another man if
Magnus so deems that to be the night’s
main attraction?
    I’m
late getting here, perhaps even subconsciously hoping that Magnus
will have already paraded her around before I arrive, but the minute
I step into the circular opening of The Silo, my eyes are immediately
drawn to the pale pink of Auralie’s dress.
    I know what Magnus is doing. He’s
playing up every bit of youthful innocence she possesses, and I have
to say, it’s a brilliant move for most of the perverts in here
that want to pop her cherry.
    Who wouldn’t want to be the
big, studly man who gives the virgin her first sweet orgasm?
    I hate to break it to these fools
in here, but I know something about Auralie that they don’t.
I’ve never talked to that beautiful woman once, but I know that
she knows exactly what an orgasm feels like. It may not be by a man’s
cock if Magnus is to be believed, but she’s had a finger,
tongue, or vibrator up against her tight bud before.
    I can tell.
    It’s
in her eyes.
    She may not like sucking the dick
she’s had to suck,
and she might not like having her flesh peddled—all things that
are patently clear—but when she looks at me and she conveys
that message of want and desire for yours truly, I know it’s
because she knows how fucking good an orgasm feels and she’s
imagining one with me.
    God knows…
I’ve sure as shit been fantasizing about it from my end.
    Her slender back is to me with
her long hair that is so black it shines blue hanging down her back
almost to that rounded ass, but she stiffens slightly when I walk in.
Almost as if sensing me, she turns her head slightly and lets her
gaze roam the room until it comes to a complete stop right on me.
    She gives me a soft smile, but
the real meaning simmers in those cobalt eyes. You’re
here. I’m so glad.
    I’m
not trying to be a dick, but I’m angry and frustrated by these
circumstances, and I can’t help my return look. I’m
not so glad. I can’t have you, and it’s going to kill me
to watch you be given to someone else.
    Sadness fills her eyes, making
them shimmer briefly before they shutter closed. Her lips draw down,
and, with a regretful sigh, she turns from me to listen in on the
conversation Magnus is having with the Cleimdens,
a married couple who are into some seriously kinky shit that includes
the wife pegging her husband in the ass while he brays like a donkey.
I hope to fuck Magnus is not going to let Auralie play with them
tonight.
    Turning away, I make my way
through the crowd up to the center bar that’s
circular like the room. A black lacquer top and contemporary chrome
stools upholstered in buttery black leather are heavily occupied
except for an empty seat right beside Bridger.
    He’s
sipping on water, ass sitting on the edge of a stool while his foot
is propped up on the chrome railing at the bottom of the bar. He
rests an elbow casually on top of the bar, but his gaze is pinned on
Magnus and Auralie. He’s clearly unsettled by the couple as his
gaze is wary, but I can tell by the loose set to his shoulders that
he’s also accepting of their presence. Bridger does