Voodou Barbie
He tried to shake it off, but by late evening the memories had him hard again in his empty apartment. That’s when his phone lit up.
**Kayla:** Hey Boston… I been laying here thinking about you. I really enjoyed tonight. Wish you could’ve spent the night. I’m all alone in this house and it gets lonely. I want the comfort of a man like you next to me 😘
Eric didn’t even hesitate. Twenty minutes later he was knocking on her door again.
From that night on, a addictive cycle began. They slept together in her comfortable queen bed. Kayla would curl up against him, resting her pretty face on his chest, one of her thick, luscious thighs draped heavily across his body, her soft, warm skin pressing into him. Every night his cock would inevitably harden against her. In the middle of the night she’d wake up, slide under the sheets, and take him into her warm, eager mouth—sucking him slow and sloppy until he was throbbing. Then she’d climb on top, sink her dripping pussy down on him, and ride him deep and passionate until he groaned and filled her again with another heavy creampie.
Every morning he woke up to the smell of breakfast fried plantains, eggs, bacon, fresh coffee. Kayla moving around the kitchen in just a crop top and panties, her big round ass jiggling softly with every step.
This pattern repeated every single day for the next week. Eric would go back to his apartment for a few hours during the day to grab more clothes, toiletries, and small things, then return to her house. Bit by bit, more of his belongings ended up at Kayla’s place—his laptop on her living room table, his clothes in her closet, his toothbrush next to hers.
Three days before he was supposed to start at the new Miami office, Eric finally snapped out of the fog. He looked around her house and realized almost everything he owned was now there. He hadn’t truly been back to his own apartment in days. The rent he was still paying felt stupid.
He packed up the rest of his clothes into a duffel bag while Kayla was out running errands. When she came back and saw him with his things by the door, her expression changed.
“What you doing?” she asked, hands on her wide hips.
“I’m going back to my place,” Eric said carefully. “I’m paying rent somewhere I’m never at. I need to get my head right before work starts in three days. Prepare, organize, all that.”