One More

Tonight, he thought, he will. Why not? A little adult entertainment. After all, he earned it. He worked hard today, progressed the client project, made lunches, walked the dog, did dishes, attended extra curricular activities, and now, finally, some time alone for whatever-one-could-want really. Thank you internet, great one, provider of kinks, we are grateful for the images you nourish us with. The thought was clear, shiny unmistakable as he pulled up the sheets and picked up his phone from the night stand. But he also knew it didn’t come without cost. He knew the second he hit the link he would become a would become a willing foot soldier in the endless battle of one more. One more better than the last. One more, a little closer. One more, a little harder. One more, a little more mouth. One more, a little more leash. One more, a little more pull of hair. One more, a little more hand, a little more neck, a little more restraint. Just One more and one more, and a little bit more after that.