Plus One

Matt

I slept like shit the night before, but it was a common theme when I knew the next day might include running into Erica Hall. She was the epitome of sex incarnate in a power suit. From her shoulder-length blond hair that framed her regal features perfectly to the thick swell of her tight ass in her business skirt.

She left me aching all over and wanting to give up my fast from sex. She was the only woman that left me feeling that way, which was all the more of a reason to tuck tail and run. I was just like every other alpha asshole in the bedroom, and therefore avoided it. I couldn't find a woman who understood that my appetite in the sheets had little to do with my devotion and adoration outside of them.

Being someone who craved love like I did, it was just easier to play it safe and keep my relationships more familial and friendly. Anything more than that, and I'd have to explain myself. My passions bled out in my art, but there was so much more trapped inside of me, begging fo