Invisible String

Heartache

Joe comes back to his room with a shattered heart and breaks down crying. Never in his wildest dreams he would've thought that this would be their ending. He lets the grey walls of anxieties eat up his whole existence. There is no point of living anymore. She doesn't want him, he wants to curse at her, shout at her but then he realizes how broken she was. Just when they need each other the most, they are not being able to be with each other. They're completely alone, mourning over their fucked up lives. He lets his body get sunk into the mattress and decides to stay there for the whole day.

Five days pass by but Joe doesn't leave his room. He doesn't eat, doesn't shower, doesn't pick up any calls. His phone must've been somewhere in the room. He doesn't know. He just drinks and drinks. At least drinking makes his sorrows bearable.

During the day, when he feels the urge to go to the washroom, he puts down the bottle and drags himself out of the bed. After finishing nature's call, he stands before the sink to wash his hands. He looks up to see his reflection on the mirror. Dark eye bags, scratchy beard, stained cheeks, he looks like a criminal, who's gotten beaten up for three constructive days. He laughs at his reflection and comes back to his room. Everything hurts. But he needs to compose himself. He decides to clean up the mess that he created by himself. He changes the stained bedsheets and puts them into the pile of clothes. Where is the washing machine again? He doesn't remember. He scratches his beard and cleans up the bottles. The broken pieces of glasses too. His stomach makes a groan when he starts picking up the packets of junk food. He needs to eat something. But at first he needs to take a shower. Because he stinks like a raccoon right now. He puts his phone on the charger before heading inside the bathroom. He quickly undresses himself and steps inside the shower. The force of cold water gives him an electric rush which starts bringing thousands of memories back to him.

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"Babe," She moans out feeling his touch on her core. Her hot breathing makes tingles on his face as he keeps working on her most sensitive area. He knows where her weak spots are.

"Do you like it?" He whispers on her ear before biting the lobe.

"Mmhmmh," She agrees as he keeps pleasuring her inside the shower room. Her hand runs over the glass wall feeling the overwhelming sensation.

He places his other hand around her shaky waist to keep her standing still. She has her eyes closed. He smiles at her and presses his fingers further to catch her off guard. And he succeeds at it because she bites her lips moaning. After a while, he turns her body around and pushes it against the wall.

"Yesss right there," She screams out crying as he enters his erection inside her body. He leans down to capture the water droplets from her neck. His hands firmly hold onto her breast and stomach as he pushes further inside her body. Then he starts moving.

Soon, her body gets lifted up against the wall due to the intense movements of his hips. He sighs looking at the most beautiful creature in front of him in the most vulnerable state. He loves her. He loves this. He brings out the tip and pushes it against her g spot this time causing her to curse. He chuckles and kisses her neck again.

After satisfying each other with immense pleasure, they finally decide to take an actual shower. She takes the liquid soap in her hands to massage his sculptured abs. Her small hands feel so good around his chest. He captures her running hands and brings them up to place a kiss on her knuckles. Now it's his turn. He takes the soap too and starts rubbing his hands all over her body. Her skin is so soft and healthy. He runs his hands around her ass and then brings them up to her breasts, giving them extra attention.

"If you don't stop we'll end up having sex again. But it's slippery now and I don't want to fall on my ass," She says making him grin.

"Okay fine. Shower only."