Do you want to know about last night?
It's humiliating in a way.

Last night.
Locked again in my room, furiously stroking away my frustration.
Hugo outside in the living room with other boys, engaged in Az v Duke.
I hear him yelling, "Oh my God! He was so wide open!"

Hearing that, ensconced in my room.
Thought wryly of what was "wide open" in here.

Post cum I sleep. Awake to the cheers @ Duke's victory.
I surface. I am quiet. He is jubilant. I get something to eat.
He senses that I am in a "mood", contemplates me for a moment, and immediately goes into his
"dealing with me" mechanism.

Autobots transform and roll out.

- I'm going to go read then, he says.
He goes into my room.

I finish eating and follow him. Take Anais out for a bit. We are reading side by side in my bed, not really touching.
My eyes tire and I stop reading. He puts his arm out so I can crawl into its crook. He reads.
My gaze cuts across him to fixate on the candle, and I am absorbed in a million thoughts he will never know.
Because he will never ask what I am thinking.
Because he has stopped caring?

Wanting to sleep I roll over to hug my pillow, face the wall.

Late at night I am asleep and I feel him rolled over to spoon me,
his erection rubbing against my ass.
He is kissing my shoulder.
I refuse to wake up.
He is probing me for wetness with his fingers.
I am getting wet.
Eventually. I can't help it.
But I refuse to wake up.
Not unless he kisses the kitty.
But I know he won't.
He gets up over me, spreads me.
Part of me can't believe that he's doing this,
not while I'm asleep.
But he is.
Strokes away as I am getting wetter.
Arranges my limbs to his desire.
I just want it to be done with so I turn on the pussy control.
A few minutes later I feel the pulse.
And the wetness spilling out of me.
I roll over to hug my pillow again, falling back into a deep sleep.
This morning I do not let on that I remember.
I am curious to see how he deals with this within himself.