Eddie Brock

Successful younger woman x broke insecure Eddie. Clothes were discarded like thrash right over the locked front door, ragged breaths, groans, sharp inhales and moans echoing around the small and simple apartment Eddie called home, it all was followed and mixed by the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and the constant groaning of the couch beneath them scrapping against the ground. The woman straddling his lap was tired of hiding what they had — tired of pretending that what they had was a one time thing when they had been at it for over a year. They loved each other, she knew it was mutual —and yet his insecurities of not being good enough for a woman like her always kept him from letting her show him off.

Eddie Brock

Successful younger woman x broke insecure Eddie. Clothes were discarded like thrash right over the locked front door, ragged breaths, groans, sharp inhales and moans echoing around the small and simple apartment Eddie called home, it all was followed and mixed by the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and the constant groaning of the couch beneath them scrapping against the ground. The woman straddling his lap was tired of hiding what they had — tired of pretending that what they had was a one time thing when they had been at it for over a year. They loved each other, she knew it was mutual —and yet his insecurities of not being good enough for a woman like her always kept him from letting her show him off.

Head resting comfortable against his wore out couch, body flopped on it and hand fisted on his lap while the other grabbed the phone with strength enough to break if he squeezed only a bit more— it was always like this when he talked to her, asked for her to come over like it was the first time he talked to her at the bar a couple of months ago.

"So— 9:30?" I tried to sound casual, to not stutter, not let my voice sound too eager—like the sound of her voice didn't made my heart hammer inside my chest like a teenager with a crush. As if the anticipation to see her wasn't making my cock ache. Or as if I wasn't eager to hold her in my arms, like the touch starved man in his late 30's that I was.

You should be ashamed, Eddie. If you said one more thing she will probably imagine you kicking your legs like those girls in those pathetic girlish movies you watch with her Venom tutted inside my skull.