Am I Cursed?
Luke Robinson glared at the face of the man staring into the camera and stating the obvious silly question.
"Of course, it's a camera, idiot! Where is my cherished Ariella?"
"Shit!" He cursed out loud when he looked down at the mess his semen had made. He quickly picked up some tissue and cleaned himself up. He zipped up his suit pants, stood up, and walked into his private gent; where he further cleaned himself up.
"Man, you have to compose yourself and stop thinking about her. She is married and will never be yours. Her husband is a beast and would kill anyone who looks at his wife the way you do." Luke stared into the mirror as he kept admonishing himself.
"Get another lady to distract you and pour out all your sexual fantasy on her." He smiled at the taught of devouring another lady in Ariella's place consumed his being.