Bliss

June 8, 2010

It is night outside, the light shines in from the street lamp across the road. The moon is full, and if all were quiet you could swear it was humming… But all is not quiet. They’re at my window, eating the bars. Ugly little bastards aren’t they? That awful gut-wrenching stench of dried blood and that haunting cry, like cats getting raped. I think I might have a milkshake.

Two minutes later, sipping at my chocolate milkshake I ponder on how I got myself into this ridiculously absurd situation. Soon the conclusion dawns on me, that this all occurred, because I was in dire need of a blow-job.

8:32am that morning I wake with an erection. After having a glorious tug I get out of bed and proceed to make a coffee. Caramel latte. Three sugars. Sipping my coffee I stare around at the cesspool that is my house. I should really clean it…. I frown and shake that depressing thought from my head, I guzzle the last of my coffee, pack my suitcase and leave for work.

9:23am- I sit impatiently in my car. I drum on the steering wheel to a Guns ‘N Roses tune. I twitch now and again with annoyance. I’m going to be late for work… I’m going to be late… late…. fuck. I beep at the traffic ahead and throw myself around the car like a sped with bees up his ass. I’m going to be late for work. FUCK.

10:30am- My face is red with rage. My heart is pounding, my teeth gritting. I’ve been coping it from my boss for the last twenty minutes. I can’t concentrate on anything but my anger and stress. I daydream of vicious Velociraptors tearing my co-workers to shreds, blood splattering the office floor as they scream, being torn limp from limp apart while alive, meanwhile I am in a toilet cubicle getting laid by the sexy receptionist.

11:59am- Bored with graphs and statistics I change screens on my computer and log onto MSN. No one is online. Suddenly ‘SxcRecipe’ signs in. It’s the receptionist from my fantasy, we’ve been flirting for days. Suddenly I feel myself go hard. Dreams and fantasies fill my mind again. So I open a convo, and begin to chat.

1:02pm- I’m sculling my sixth coffee. For the last hour I’ve been dreaming of raptors. Killing everyone. The screams of my co-workers makes me smile. I picture the big claw on their foot cutting through that sexy, slutty face of the receptionist. That god damn dumb bitch. I finish my coffee and throw the cup across the room at the wall. My colleagues stare at me and I flip them off. I go into the toilet cubicle and pray for raptors. I beg God, Satan, Steven Spielberg, anyone I can pray to. That receptionist I talked about? She’s black mailing me. FUCK. I should have never asked for a blow-job!

8:43- This is about where you came in. A still silent night besides the constant cries of these hideous beasts, screeching, hissing, snorting. They really are foul. I begin drinking my milkshake panicky. My hands get sweaty and I feel dizzy. How did it get to this? Truthfully I don’t know. I was at the supermarket, and then I watched, starring in disbelief as the check-out chicks turned into blood thirsty Velociraptors, ripping customers into bloody shreds before my eyes. Hell. I still don’t believe it. And now, they’re outside my house and soon they’ll be inside my house. Ripping me to shreds. Soon I’ll be dead.

I finish my milkshake. With a sigh, I sit down on the couch, and I wait.

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Essence

March 21, 2010

The essence of cum fills my nose as I scream.
I cannot stop him. This man is stronger than me…
He holds me down, and forcibly shoves his penis down my throat. I scream, it’s disgusting, I want to die. Soon soft, bitter splooge fills my mouth as I try to spit only for him to hold my mouth shut forcing me to swallow his disgusting fluids.
Soon he turns me over, taking off my pants and grabbing a tight hold of my testicles, I am forced to let him enter my rectum for fear of my balls becoming mash. In and out he goes, fast and furious. It hurts and I scream in agony, and yet I have an erection. I know I am not enjoying it and that it is a natural reaction but I can’t help but feel disgusted in myself as I grab my penis tightly pushing it down.
“Oh, liking it are you?!” The man screams in my ear.
Slowly pulling his wet, sloppy, cum covered penis out of my ass, he turns me on my back and begins sucking me off. I don’t want this, it’s gross, wrong and humiliating. But yet he is good, and I can’t hold back my moaning and eventual release of semen. He smiles widely, cum dripping out of his mouth as he starts kissing me. I am so sick, as I taste my own cum the man gets dressed and leaves as I lay, naked on the floor crying. With a quick impulse due to my disgust I pull out a knife and attempt to cut off my own penis… but I can’t do it… I enjoyed it… I know I did. It was wrong, and that’s what made it good. As I stare at my half erect penis I begin to remember the taste of my own sperm… it was… interesting… I slowly bend down and begin to lick the semen off the tip of my penis… still curious, I manage to fit the whole thing in my mouth and begin sucking myself off…. oh this is good. Slowly I move two fingers to my anus and begin moving them in and out… they go in easy due to the wet sperm in my anus acting as lubrication… eventually I splooge all through my mouth and swallow. As I lay on the ground in a mass naked splooge covered heap, I laugh. And slowly, but calmly. I slit my wrists and watch as the blood flows out my body…

Today has been a ‘very’ interesting day….