I lock my apartment door with a sigh, planting the back of my head against the door, beads of liquid pooling down my neck as I sputter out the remaining water in my lungs. At least this time I remembered to keep my phone in my locker.

Soaked to the bone my shoes make a squishy sound and I winced, careful to not get my wet shoes on my mother's old carpet. Glancing behind me at the floor I rolled my eyes looking at the mud I dragged in. "This is a mess." I huffed, more and more I sound just like her.

Opening the lights to my miniature apartment I entered my bathroom, looking at my wet state in the mirror, stoically gazing at myself before leaning on the counter of my sink. Water dripping down the lens of my glasses disrupts my view and self doubt before removing them, wincing deeply to the light.

I want to cower away from the green eyes that stare back at me, remaining liquid rolling down my temples to the bridge of my nose before curving to my lips, this morning I left my apartment in hopes to have a better day and yet here I stood soaked to the bone, strands of my hair losing its volume to now slickened down to my cheeks with mud water.

The self pity that slowly spread through my veins turns my swarthy complexion a dark red. I sighed to myself shaking my head, wishing to have fought back harder. Polo navy dress shirt stick to my skin like glue, the fabric heavy as I pulled it over my head to glance at the bruises on my skin.

Robust arms fall to my sides as I stare at my flat torso, old dark purple bruises scattered throughout my body starting at the top of my shoulders, thick green veins stretching across the back of my hands as I feel up my body slightly wincing to the fading pain they left behind. Sensually I feel up my abs rolling my fingers at all six protruding bones on each side as the memories play back.

All my life I have been tossed around, never loved before by anyone but the woman I lost. If truly speaking, books have been a good way to escape my twisted reality in life but that took a toll on my social. Lost in my anguish I shudder out brokenly as the tingles began getting sensitive, peering down to my large pecs at the goosebumps building from the feathery touches.

My fingers continuing to feel up my skin at the old bruises and marks until they trace down to my deep V line. While Tugging at the white band of my boxers I fixated my eyes to the print in my jeans, brows furrowed.

I was still hard? no surprise, it always happens when she stands before me, but rare it would still be here even after what just happened. A much needed shower was due I thought to myself fisting the bulge in my jeans, wincing to the friction from the cold, sticky wet.

My neck stretches back until my head touched my shoulders, the streams of the water sprinkling down my chin as they glided past my adams apple. My skin awakens to everything right while I stand under the steams, A hot shower is a necessity, freeing my skin of the dirt and mud and clearing my mind of all the vile thoughts that ran through my brain.

I groaned, feeling the blood rushing downwards in between, hardening the organ to a tighter strain due to the heat of around me, I shuddered feeling the tip ooze with precum. This is supposed to be a therapeutical moment, cleansing me of all the nasty thoughts and fantasies that bounced around in my head all day.

But now as I stood tall, vulnerable and naked, the only thing in my view when I look below was my dick stretching horizontally, balls heavy as they swell for a release. Standing at the center of my shower, encircled by the steam of the heat and lust my hands glide around my body.

My large calloused hands weren't gentle enough, no. I needed something softer, I wanted something gentler I wanted ... her.
Soft hands as smooth as cotton, deep brown skin that resembles gold under the afternoon sun, plump lips and big curved eyes.

A portrait of perfection, my hands glide down my stomach until they tickle the stubble of my pubic hairs, my dick twitching for attention. My vision blurring with sexual desire, an appetite and longing, the things I'd do just to make her mine, to please her the way she likes it.

I could never get enough of her beauty.

I nearly crumble to my knees when my hand wrapped around my shaft, eyes crossing with a buildup of drool. The pleasure shoots through my blood, electrifying my nerves. I groan and moan with the roaring showers in the background, stroking and beating all ten inches of me while feeling up the swollen balls.

My shaft ignited, crying with need to release the strings trapped inside, eyes rolling to the back of my head as my mouth part's slightly. I throw my head back, the sensation bubbling up inside numbing my legs and I plant my palm onto the wall for support.

Driven by own fantasy I go at myself harder moaning to my own self pleasure when I paused. The heat of the shower growing cold, furrowing my brows as I pull the faucet all the back to end of temperature.

"Fuck"

Seconds too long and my urge to release resets, sweeping my halls painfully to the missed release. That's going to hurt for a while. The freezing icicles that fall on my skin was a karma I needed to face rather than elude the scene, Ms Layla is an angel amongst angels, In no way would she ever approve of me stroking my self to her like this.

I'm a ashamed at myself, letting my masculine urges win and picture her in such derogatory detail.

Face - planting my forehead to the wall as I self loathe. Although I might say, I'm just that little moment, I never felt so alive.

With the towel around my head and waist I still shivered from the cold, heading for my room with a change of mind when the sound of moaning echoed in the room across the hall. Groans and skin slapping as the bed wheels scrape harshly on the wooden floor, Fucking hell.

Just when I did my thoughts of such things there goes my roommate and one of his many partners to re new the thoughts.
I needed to study and With the stamina of An athlete, It's going be a long night.

... And it was. At the stroke of midnight the sounds fall silent, her attempts to collect herself were minimum, still moaning to the after pleasure and adrenaline. Huffing and puffing together while they come down from their high, I giggle deeply at the sounds of smooching watching them get dressed.

The door of his room opened, the steam of their session crawling underneath the crack of my door before someone knocked weakly.

"Come in" I chuckle softly.

The young brunette nearly toppled inside as she twists the knob, hazed eyes instantly looking at my half naked torso with gray sweats. "Hey Ahmed" she hoarse.

"Hey Annie," I chuckled to her state, "how you feeling?"

"Thoroughly fucked" she peaked at me through the strands of her hair that fell to her face.

"I literally saw that" I confessed.

Her eyes snap on mine, "Ugh was he live again?"

I twist my laptop to the porn site, his name displayed on the top screen as we watched him move around in the room still naked.

"Ugh, Phil you asshole,"

"Yea" he shouts.

"Why didn't you tell me my hair was messed up in this scene, you better but it out."

"I don't think you can edit live videos" I butt in.

Rolling her eyes as he stepped in the room before closing the camera, hastily I threw on a shirt before he can notice the bruises.

Instantly he looks at me "What you think man?" He cheeses, still glistening from the sweat.

Like a dork I chuckled, "Impressive man, I'll edit some parts you need me to Alright Annie?"

Slender arms wrapped around my shoulder as her breast press against my face muffling the sounds.

"So I'll see you guys next week, I probably have a scene with next week but I might call out cause I don't think I can move after tonight." She winks kissing my forehead to limp out.

Phil and I wait until the door clicks before we slap palms. "How'd I look man?" he huffs pulling a chair to sit beside me.

Peeking at him from above my glasses, "Wasn't look at you man, oh and they turned off the heater"

"Shit," he says, pausing before he took a sip of the water bottle, "How much was it?"

"$79, and who'll your at it where is the half for the light bill?"

"How much was the light bill?"

"Well" I groaned obnoxiously to my laptop but winced sharply in the middle feeling the sore bones.

"Hey you alright man?"

"Yea! For sure"

"That sounded painful are you-"

"Here it is" I cut him off un wrinkling the bill. "With all your equipment and lightning, you have burned over 600 watts of electricity, enough to set fire to a swimming pool, we have a total of $854.67"

Without even a flick of his eyes he was back in his room, shuffling sounds before he came back in with a wad of cash, "Holy cow"

"Views were really stepping up these past few weeks, save your half and just take mine".

Mouth agape as I looked at the stack of twenties in his hand, hesitant to take it when he slaps his on my desk. "These were your commissions?"

"Those were just tips"

"Tips?!"

He plopped back down on the bed, legs spread with black trousers, "Best decision when I quit that security job heh?"

The more I looked at the cash the more I commended him for doing so. "Indeed."

"I keep telling you, you should -"

"I don't know man, I mean -"

"Don't say you're not handsome dude because you are, no homo. Remember the Women staring at you at the bar that day?"

"I didn't see any"

"Were you noticing the guys then?"

"What no! It's just ... well it's just" my mind Wonders back to my teacher.

"Don't tell me you were thinking of those drawings again?" He groans.

"They are not drawings, these women are very much real"

"Where? Dude you sound like a dork right now, stroking yourself to book women.

How right he was.

"Come on man" he reached over to slap my bicep and I automatically winced.

Mid air he paused, brows now furrowed with a stern expression, dark eyes glaring at me. "What happened" he says darkly.