Author´s note:

Hi guys, this is my very first story written in English. I´ve been studied English for a few years and I know I´m not perfect yet. So please, accept my apology for the bugs. Hope you´ll enjoy it anyway. If so, let me know and I´ll upload the other chapters.

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1- Night event

It was about 2 am and Adrian Monk was unable to understand what was just happening to him. Well, ok… he technically knew what, but wasn´t really sure why…

Staring into the mirror, he observed his own face and, as usual, was unhappy with what he saw. But now he had to face another problem. Something he did´n understand and that scared him a lot.

Hot slash of shame hit his mind as he could feel increasing pressure in his underpants. What should he do now?

'Trudy'… Painful memories flooded his mind. She had always known what to do when this had happened to him. He hadn't even had to do anything, she had taken care of him… of it… Soft touches on his bare skin… warm kisses all over his body… increasing arousal as she had pressed her heating body to his… He remembered those thousands of hot sparkles whirling inside him so he always had almost lost his mind… and then... amazing release… peace…

But Trudy´s no longer here…

Bitter tears of helplesness flooded his eyes and began to roll down his cheeks. What should he do?

There´s no way he could touch himself… touch it. Wait… maybe if he wore those thick rubber glowes… no! No no no…No!

„It´s useless…" he wailed into silence of the bathroom. ´I´m useless.´

One more time he looked into the mirror but couldn´t stand seeing that visage anymore. Bent over the sink and washed his flushed face with very cold water. Then he straightened up and tried to focus on breathing.

Ok, ok, that´s it… just breathe… nice deep breaths… Nothing changed. ´No… I don´t want to... I- I can´t´…

Adrian clenched his teeth in stubborn effort to control his own body, but at the moment he couldn´t think of anything but the extreme discomfort in his groin.

Finally, the pressure was unbearable. Desperate Adrian dared to take a quick glimpse down at the tent that was sticking out of the front of his pajama pants. He groaned.

Didn´t even delay himself by undressing, rushed into the shower and turned on the water. After making sure that the water was cold enough to paralyse every nerve in his body, he dropped onto the bottom of the tub and began to weep loudly.

Nearly half an hour elapsed before Adrian finally turned the water off and concluded that it was safe to get out of there. He was shivering so much he could barely walk.

´It´s all her fault´… ran through his tortured mind. In fact, all the martyrdom began that day when she kissed him…