beside me, her eyes lit up with excitement. “Stop looking at me like that, there’s no one,” I growled.
“There’s someone…” she crooned thoughtfully.
“There is a woman, but I’m not seeing her. We’re just friends.”
Leah was still smiling. “Friends like me and Cindy?”
“I’m not fucking her,” I snapped.
Leah’s eyes got the female wistfulness that women got when they talked about weddings, babies, and love. “She must be pretty special if you’re not fucking her.” I pushed my empty cereal bowl away and stood from the counter, taking a step forward to trap Leah between my much larger body and the counter behind her. She was still staring at me with a knowing smile on her lips.
“She is not even remotely special, she’s just a girl, a girl who I have no intention of burying myself in any time soon.” My voice lowered as my fingers ran up Leah’s flat stomach, over her breasts, finally stopping at the little bow ties that held her flimsy top on her shoulders. I tugged on the ribbons and they fell free. Leah didn’t attempt to stop me as the fabric fell from her body, exposing her perfect breasts. I ran my thumb over her nipple. I loved the feel of a woman’s body, their soft skin and supple curves. Leah’s body was a work of art, and yet as I cupped her breasts and pinched at her nipples, my dick remained impassively bored.
“Why not?” Leah’s voice was far too casual for my ministrations.
I sighed, realizing I was off my game. I was used to my body being completely unresponsive, unless of course your name started with A, ended with I and belonged to a spritely red head with a sexy Texan drawl. But Leah was completely immune to my ministrations and that was a hard blow to my male ego.
“Because it would be dangerous,” I confessed quietly.
“Because you like her.” It wasn’t a question.
“I like you,” I retorted stubbornly.
“It’s not the same. She makes you feel something in here and that freaks you out a little.” Leah placed her hand on my chest, right over my heart. My hands had stilled on her breasts. “But it feels good to feel something in here, right?” She stepped to one side, moving away from my touch, carefully righting her clothes.
“Leah,” I growled. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to want to fuck her, badly. But it wasn’t there and Leah knew it. I was trying to prove something and to who, I wasn’t sure.
“Decker, she might be it.” Leah looked at me with soft eyes, her expression pensive. Leah and I had had this conversation many times, the enigma of it, the one thing that would make everything else lackluster and tasteless, the one thing that would sway us from the indulgent and wicked world of adult film. Neither of us would take on a serious companion while we did this job, yet neither of us was prepared to give up the job to find that person. Talk about screwed up, Leah and I were poster girl and boy for emotionally fucked up porn stars.
“Don’t get me wrong, Decker, you can screw like nobody’s business, but this job isn’t you.” She looked at me seriously. “Melody isn’t the only woman on set who would do anything to be yours off set. You are sweet with all us girls, caring, and funny. We don’t call you the Prince of Porn just because of that,” she said, pointing at my groin. “It’s kinda cute when you try to be an asshole, but at the end of the day, you can’t help yourself, Decker, you’re a good guy, a true prince.” I rolled my eyes as Leah strutted towards the door. I wasn’t disappointed she was walking away from me. I was disappointed I didn’t want her like I needed her. “I heard you signed on with The Bishop,” she said as she pulled the door open. I nodded. “Whoever she is, Decker, give her a chance, give it a chance. The job won’t be there forever. While you’re one stunning man, you are no Hugh Hefner. When you’re dick shrivels up and your hair falls out, you’re gonna want a woman by
“There’s someone…” she crooned thoughtfully.
“There is a woman, but I’m not seeing her. We’re just friends.”
Leah was still smiling. “Friends like me and Cindy?”
“I’m not fucking her,” I snapped.
Leah’s eyes got the female wistfulness that women got when they talked about weddings, babies, and love. “She must be pretty special if you’re not fucking her.” I pushed my empty cereal bowl away and stood from the counter, taking a step forward to trap Leah between my much larger body and the counter behind her. She was still staring at me with a knowing smile on her lips.
“She is not even remotely special, she’s just a girl, a girl who I have no intention of burying myself in any time soon.” My voice lowered as my fingers ran up Leah’s flat stomach, over her breasts, finally stopping at the little bow ties that held her flimsy top on her shoulders. I tugged on the ribbons and they fell free. Leah didn’t attempt to stop me as the fabric fell from her body, exposing her perfect breasts. I ran my thumb over her nipple. I loved the feel of a woman’s body, their soft skin and supple curves. Leah’s body was a work of art, and yet as I cupped her breasts and pinched at her nipples, my dick remained impassively bored.
“Why not?” Leah’s voice was far too casual for my ministrations.
I sighed, realizing I was off my game. I was used to my body being completely unresponsive, unless of course your name started with A, ended with I and belonged to a spritely red head with a sexy Texan drawl. But Leah was completely immune to my ministrations and that was a hard blow to my male ego.
“Because it would be dangerous,” I confessed quietly.
“Because you like her.” It wasn’t a question.
“I like you,” I retorted stubbornly.
“It’s not the same. She makes you feel something in here and that freaks you out a little.” Leah placed her hand on my chest, right over my heart. My hands had stilled on her breasts. “But it feels good to feel something in here, right?” She stepped to one side, moving away from my touch, carefully righting her clothes.
“Leah,” I growled. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to want to fuck her, badly. But it wasn’t there and Leah knew it. I was trying to prove something and to who, I wasn’t sure.
“Decker, she might be it.” Leah looked at me with soft eyes, her expression pensive. Leah and I had had this conversation many times, the enigma of it, the one thing that would make everything else lackluster and tasteless, the one thing that would sway us from the indulgent and wicked world of adult film. Neither of us would take on a serious companion while we did this job, yet neither of us was prepared to give up the job to find that person. Talk about screwed up, Leah and I were poster girl and boy for emotionally fucked up porn stars.
“Don’t get me wrong, Decker, you can screw like nobody’s business, but this job isn’t you.” She looked at me seriously. “Melody isn’t the only woman on set who would do anything to be yours off set. You are sweet with all us girls, caring, and funny. We don’t call you the Prince of Porn just because of that,” she said, pointing at my groin. “It’s kinda cute when you try to be an asshole, but at the end of the day, you can’t help yourself, Decker, you’re a good guy, a true prince.” I rolled my eyes as Leah strutted towards the door. I wasn’t disappointed she was walking away from me. I was disappointed I didn’t want her like I needed her. “I heard you signed on with The Bishop,” she said as she pulled the door open. I nodded. “Whoever she is, Decker, give her a chance, give it a chance. The job won’t be there forever. While you’re one stunning man, you are no Hugh Hefner. When you’re dick shrivels up and your hair falls out, you’re gonna want a woman by
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