All I could think about was having his cock inside of me. That was wrong; I hadn't come here to be fucked, but then again I couldn't remember the last time I had been near a bed with a man.
I had become Plain Jane from the time I started at medical school. It was just study, study and more study and then it became work, work and more work.
I had a chance to let loose, it was clear that I was so damn intense and need to relax, yet something held me back.
I had this overwhelming feeling that burned in my body, mind and soul twenty-four seven, telling me to do the right thing all the time. But suddenly I wanted to be like one of those football players. They trained hard and played hard.
I was in my thirties and had a life of a ninety-year-old. Even then I think in the retirement homes they had more fun than I did.
And yet now I was with the boy.
Sebastian.