I should stay away from this place when at school... After reading
chaoschick13's drabble to
niektete 's sexfail I was pretty much inspired. (And I have no idea whatsoever what the teacher told us an hour ago...)
It was one of those mornings when he found his urges too great to go unnoticed and if he could notice them, so could his valet, the object of his forbidden admirations. So he gave up, closed his eyes and let his hands wander southwards, imagining them to be the talented hands which brought his drink and ironed his clothes. It didn't take long for him to reach the peak.
"Jeev..." He had to turn in his bed to mum the cry on his lips when he fell over the edge.
Before his laboured breathing found the time to slow down there was a movement beside his bed.
"Good morning, sir. Your tea."
Oh, I gotta run. Still four hours of school left...