It was morning again, and it felt cold and quiet. I should have felt better after having slept for hours, but the thought of Elias with someone else and everything else came creeping back. I recalled how he had looked at his watch, how he had seemed eager to leave. And that was usual; he'd normally put her to bed and stay with her till she fell asleep.
Everything came crawling back; the anger, the shame, the jealousy. I felt pathetic for doing what I did yesterday, for reacting that way. Yes, I could get Elias to lick my pussy in the most degrading way possible, but that didn't mean I had him, that didn't mean anything at all. Perhaps he still went home to her, perhaps he showered quickly to wash every trace of me from himself before going to make love to her sensually.
