So many years since the last time I cried. Not a problem though. Crying isn’t needed when all it is, is the past.
I know Andre wants me. I just like playing with him… In both senses.

I kept the water running, and stepped out of the shower, being careful not to make a noise. I walked out into the living room, dripping wet. not making a sound. I walked in front of the couch and climbed up on top of him. My eyes met his and I kissed him, full force. My body pressed tightly against him, my body curved against his.

“I’m clean. You can join me in the shower now.”

I leaned back, sitting on his lap. He knew I knew he was excited.

“Dad!”

My son. He’s 14, but knows what I do. He’s met the men, and women I’ve brought home. I’m still a good parent though.

“Ugh… Yes Jacob?”

“Stop playing with your boy toy. Since you’re here, mind giving me a ride to a friends house?”

I gave him a glance, and looked back at Andre.

“Give me an hour Jacob. That alright?”

I winked at Andre. He knew what was about to happen.