"Floating" It Out There

Nights like this reminded him why he still did it.

He'd had to work for it.

And then it happened.

The approval.

Despite the risk.

And there was risk. Make no mistake. Everything was on the line. His entire life was in the balance and yet...he couldn't make himself stop.

It had started simply because he was bored.

How stupid a reason was that?

Fucking bored was the truth, though. Jesus, who woulda ever thought you could get tired of pussy? Every color, shape, size, flavor was his for the asking. Hell, he didn't even have to ask. It was thrown at him. Everywhere he went, every single day of his life. All he had to do was crook a finger and they would do anything...anything...to be in his bed.

And if he smiled...fuck...they'd hit their knees faster that a puppy peed on the floor when it's tail wagged.

It was fucking boring.

No matter how he acted, they thought he was perfect.

How long had it been since he had been wanted just because he was a man?

He grinned and laughed low in his throat.

How long?

Half an hour ago.