My new life: Moving In - Sex Stories

My new life: Moving In

... banishing a monster. “But I need fresh garments oh priestess Clara” I said playing along. “I’ll bring them to you. Besides, you don’t know where I put them.” She smirked, back to her old self. “‘Spice of old?’ Really?” She raised an eyebrow at that. “It was either that or ‘the shampoo of L’oreal because thou art worth it.’” “We need to get you into our Pathfinder sessions on Thursdays.” I suggested hopefully. “We need a new cleric.” “Just go shower, I want to get my clothes on and if you don’t hurry you’ll have to watch.” She pushed me out of my bedroom as I looked over my shoulder with a face of exaggerated hopefulness. “Have to?” “You. Shower. Now.” Clara laughed. As she closed the door behind me. I felt a surge of love sweep over me. My brain told me it was just an infatuation that could grow, but I tried to ignore it. The emotion felt good, and I didn’t want rationality to take that away. David was right I did over think things. When I got into the bathroom, I turned on the water to get warm. I stripped off my filthy clothes, and looked in the mirror. As much as I might feel insecure about myself. It was good to see the way I looked now compared to how I had been. I had defined muscles on my shoulders, arms, and chest. My stomach was also fairly taut. There were stretch marks that indicated that I hadn't always been so fit, but I wore those with pride. Then there was my penis. It’s amazing how when you’re overweight how small it looks. Now that I’d lost weight, my dick ...

... looked much nicer. One day I’d been curious about the size and it measured at just over six inches. I was definitely satisfied with average. With the medications I’d taken, the hormone therapy, and the weight I’d put on and then lost; average was plenty for me. I got in the finally warm shower, and started to wash up. The warm water felt good, but my hard on still hadn't subsided. I thought about taking care of it the bachelor way, but I worried that I might convince myself not to ask Clara out if i took care of myself that way. So I did the next best, and least pleasant, thing. I turned the shower all the way to cold. The frigid water took my breath away. The relaxing shower I’d been enjoying was now a race to get out of the freezing cascade. Luckily my body stayed true to form and sent blood mainly to my core organs to prevent hypothermia. In layman’s terms, my hard on subsided. Cold showers were effective but they were damn unpleasant. About a minute after I’d turned it cold, there was a knock on the door. “Felix? Can I come in? I have your clothes.” It was Clara. “Come on in!” I called back with nearly chattering teeth. “Don’t worry, I’m naked.” She’d already opened the door by the time I added the last part. Though the last part made her pause for a moment. “Ha ha,” She groaned, “I’ll just set your clothes here. That okay with you?” “Yeah, thanks Clara.” “You need anything?” If I hadn't been in the freezing in cold water for over a minute now, my 'other head' would've ...