I trudge toward my apartment with a wet dick and hollow insides. Another night with a shiny new toy whose appeal faded when the fuck was over. 

“You’re too young to look so defeated.” 

I look to the balcony, her silver curls catching the moonlight. 

“Care for a nightcap?” she offers with a smile that promises more than I’ve seen before. 

Inside, she reveals herself slowly, becoming that rare book I can’t put down. She’s confident, not needy. And when I lift her hips, I’m not chasing tight skin, but slipping inside something welcoming and warm that will last.