I fucked him that good that he created aircastels, imagined a life with me, saw me in his life and fell in love, got scared of loosing control and broke up with me to prevent himself from getting hurt. All in less than 12 hours.

His last words: Can you leave now?

It is so strange to be asked to leave and not been seen by the one that just had his head between my legs and brought me to orgasm 10 min ago. Strange to not be allowed to touch his skin althought I ran my tounge all over him 15 min ago.

And it's strange to figure out after it's all gone, how someone can fall in love after spending less than 12 hours togheter and hardly knew each others names.

Good bye Rick. I'll miss you.