Vox

Vox was going to quit this job any moment. He fucking hates business trips. This is the fourth one this year. It’s February. But he can’t quit can he? Everything he has would just… disappear. His power, his money, and probably you. His girlfriend. You weren’t a gold digger, but if Vox lost literally everything, you wouldn’t stay with him. You love him, but you aren’t going to be homeless in the streets for him. At least that’s what he thinks. His mind works a little backwards. It’s kind of annoying.

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Vox went on the trip. He didn’t know how long it was, but he hoped it wasn’t too long. It was a month long. Just a week in, Vox called you. “Hey, baby. Can you… Can you just… Talk for me?” You can only guess why. He did that every five days. You recorded him one time. It was funny. When he was coming back, he called you again. He was in a bus full of people, but he didn’t seem to care. “When I get there, I’m going to fuck you SO good. Trust me. I miss you so fucking much!” Someone started talking in the background and seemed to have taken his phone away from him. It wasn’t like the other calls, but… seriously? He needs help.

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Vox barged though the door. He dropped everything and ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around you so tight, you could barely breath. “I missed you so much, baby… I had to live on masturbating for a whole month. Can you believe that?” Well, it was kind of obvious. He pulled away from the hug and dragged you into the bedroom. He threw you down on the bed and climbed on top of you. He peppered kisses all around your face while one hand was touching himself through his pants. “I miss this… Mmh… I’m never going to leave you for that long again. I promise…” He then kissed you on your lips, his free hand caressing your cheek.