Post by Ciles Gorey on Apr 21, 2019 11:24:23 GMT -4
“FUCK!”
Almost three months since the haggard alcoholic had seen that something he thought dead and buried was to re-emerge. Almost three months since he had truly felt like his life had meaning once again. Yet, in those three months the man had slunk back into the bottle and into the never-ending cycle of meaninglessly pissing his days away. As we join him, he’s currently balls deep in the mother of the kid whose birthday he was hired as a magician for. In lieu of payment this desperate housewife offered him a go on her. It’s not going to pay for another bottle, or the medication to make sure his cock isn’t going to fall off after, but for a man in his state a shag is a shag.
“OH FUUUUCK!”
She’s as drunk as Jakob wishes he were at the moment, knocking several pill bottles and beauty products that line the sink onto the floor as she bends a little further over it. Jakob hitches up her skirt a little more to reveal a poorly done tattoo covering her lower back. This tramp stamp appears to be a crudely drawn bird of prey, which surprises Jakob. Though it is utter shite, at least it’s not the standard butterfly and flowers. He seems to transfix on this slag tag, the gears of his long-numbed mind grinding back to life. E V fuckin’ Double U.
“Shit…”
“What? What’s wrong?”
Reemerging memories of EVPW once more being a thing momentarily put a halt to Jakob’s adulterous activities and the wench was worrying something was wrong.
“Shut it.”
He takes a handful of hair and continues giving it some for England. But still, he can’t help but to think of EVPW and what this means for him. He never wanted that place to reemerge. It’s somewhere that should have stayed dead dammit! How was he supposed to move on with his life and drink and drug himself into an early grave if he couldn’t leave that place in the past? No. He can’t possibly let it rebuild itself.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck!”
Digging his claws into the hips of his hussy, he bucks his ideas up, acting and moving more aggressively.
“Ohhh yeah! Don’t… stop…”
He’s not even in the moment anymore, completely blind to the real world. His mind a flux with memories and thoughts of the past. And then it hits him. He shouldn’t be wasting his time here. He should be preparing! EVPW, unfortunately, won’t just destroy itself. No. He’s going to have to set the events in motion to make sure it stays buried this time around. Back in reality, the housewife is once again concerned as he’s significantly eased off. He turns her head to see what’s wrong and sees him glassy eyed staring off into the distance.
“Erm… excuse you? Looks like you've, er... you’ve lost it…”
And he had. There he was, standing at half mast in a stranger’s bathroom with thirty or so snotty children downstairs eating cake. With a quick shake of his head he brings himself back around and stares down at his limp cock.
“Ah bollocks.”
“It’s okay, he probably just needs a bit perking up!”
The whorish mother drops to her knees and plants her plastic-pumped lips around his pecker, desperately trying to get it back up to standard so they can finish what they started but Jakob just isn’t in it anymore. He closes his eyes and puts his head back, trying to relax and enjoy the position he finds himself in, however, his mind forever wanders back into plotting the demise of his former employers. A thought he just can’t seem to shake. Finally, an idea springs to mind.
“Yeees!”
She looks up, cock still semi-flaccid in her mouth, confused as to why he’s just proclaimed his delight. He takes a handful of hair once again and shoves her to the bathroom floor, storming out of the door and down the stairs, half-erect cock proudly swinging under his shirt.
“I don’t care if you didn’t finish, I’m still not paying you! It’s not my fault you’re not enough of a man to keep it up!”
She yells after the man-on-a-mission whilst making crude gestures implying the limpness and small stature of his pecker with her pinky finger.
Almost three months since the haggard alcoholic had seen that something he thought dead and buried was to re-emerge. Almost three months since he had truly felt like his life had meaning once again. Yet, in those three months the man had slunk back into the bottle and into the never-ending cycle of meaninglessly pissing his days away. As we join him, he’s currently balls deep in the mother of the kid whose birthday he was hired as a magician for. In lieu of payment this desperate housewife offered him a go on her. It’s not going to pay for another bottle, or the medication to make sure his cock isn’t going to fall off after, but for a man in his state a shag is a shag.
“OH FUUUUCK!”
She’s as drunk as Jakob wishes he were at the moment, knocking several pill bottles and beauty products that line the sink onto the floor as she bends a little further over it. Jakob hitches up her skirt a little more to reveal a poorly done tattoo covering her lower back. This tramp stamp appears to be a crudely drawn bird of prey, which surprises Jakob. Though it is utter shite, at least it’s not the standard butterfly and flowers. He seems to transfix on this slag tag, the gears of his long-numbed mind grinding back to life. E V fuckin’ Double U.
“Shit…”
“What? What’s wrong?”
Reemerging memories of EVPW once more being a thing momentarily put a halt to Jakob’s adulterous activities and the wench was worrying something was wrong.
“Shut it.”
He takes a handful of hair and continues giving it some for England. But still, he can’t help but to think of EVPW and what this means for him. He never wanted that place to reemerge. It’s somewhere that should have stayed dead dammit! How was he supposed to move on with his life and drink and drug himself into an early grave if he couldn’t leave that place in the past? No. He can’t possibly let it rebuild itself.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck!”
Digging his claws into the hips of his hussy, he bucks his ideas up, acting and moving more aggressively.
“Ohhh yeah! Don’t… stop…”
He’s not even in the moment anymore, completely blind to the real world. His mind a flux with memories and thoughts of the past. And then it hits him. He shouldn’t be wasting his time here. He should be preparing! EVPW, unfortunately, won’t just destroy itself. No. He’s going to have to set the events in motion to make sure it stays buried this time around. Back in reality, the housewife is once again concerned as he’s significantly eased off. He turns her head to see what’s wrong and sees him glassy eyed staring off into the distance.
“Erm… excuse you? Looks like you've, er... you’ve lost it…”
And he had. There he was, standing at half mast in a stranger’s bathroom with thirty or so snotty children downstairs eating cake. With a quick shake of his head he brings himself back around and stares down at his limp cock.
“Ah bollocks.”
“It’s okay, he probably just needs a bit perking up!”
The whorish mother drops to her knees and plants her plastic-pumped lips around his pecker, desperately trying to get it back up to standard so they can finish what they started but Jakob just isn’t in it anymore. He closes his eyes and puts his head back, trying to relax and enjoy the position he finds himself in, however, his mind forever wanders back into plotting the demise of his former employers. A thought he just can’t seem to shake. Finally, an idea springs to mind.
“Yeees!”
She looks up, cock still semi-flaccid in her mouth, confused as to why he’s just proclaimed his delight. He takes a handful of hair once again and shoves her to the bathroom floor, storming out of the door and down the stairs, half-erect cock proudly swinging under his shirt.
“I don’t care if you didn’t finish, I’m still not paying you! It’s not my fault you’re not enough of a man to keep it up!”
She yells after the man-on-a-mission whilst making crude gestures implying the limpness and small stature of his pecker with her pinky finger.
