Boi Toy

xxx"

My heart thudded: Had she been here? Seen me? When? Where had I been? What had I been doing that she had thought sexy? I read it again: Was it her writing or his? Their writing looked so similar. I looked at the pad: Was it here all along? Was it a note that was from days or weeks ago? There was no way to know.

I flicked through the pages of the pad. Dozens of love notes. Note after note, similar writing, similar loving tones. Everything from: "Love you Darling, I'm going to cook your favourite tonight! xxx" to "Miss your sexy body already, has it really only been two hours! xxx"

Suddenly I felt foolish. I ran through the house, looking out through the windows to the dirt road. No sign of a car.

In their bedroom I took off the clothes wincing as they moved on my sunburned skin. I replaced them where I had found them and, cock still half turgid, I reluctantly left to my own room. Searching through my clothes I struggled to find anything that didn't feel rough on my sensitive sunburn. I laid naked on my front on the bed, cradling my cock, my heartbeat calming as I thought about the implications of the note.

My mind played over the multitude of scenarios, dizzying in their complexity and erotic potential. I drifted in and out of sleep, a torment of erotic dreams alternatively exciting and calming me. Perhaps it wasn't for me, probably not, hopefully not.

That's where they found me.......