HOLY SHIT I'M WRITING FICTION
I'm not sure how it happened, but she crawled into my bed completely naked. I didn't notice right away because I fucking hate mornings. Every time I wake up, I pause and curse whoever allowed me to wake up today. Anyway, I think I flung my hand across the bed, and ended up slapping her on her soft belly. Only it wasn't as soft as I imagined. I had never touched her belly. It was bumpy sorta. Covered in goosebumps I think.
She kissed with disjointed passion. She couldn't commit to this fucking amazing event, this moment. I moved back, and forth from the hypnotic rhythm of kissing, and sucking her tongue inside my mouth, to slobbering all over her petite titties. Shit, I hadn't brushed my teeth yet. That's nasty isn't it? She didn't care.
"Don't get me wrong. I want to. I always think about shit like this, but you know. There's a part of me that obviously can't. Shit, you clearly shouldn't be doing this. He's gonna kick my ass, she's gonna kick your ass, they'll fight each other. It'll be great."
Again, I don't know how she got here. How she got past my parents. Mom was downstairs cooking some longanisa. I could hear Dad watching TV in my parent's bedroom. He was watching Family Guy which made no sense to me for the networks to put something like that on at such an early hour. I guess he DVR'ed it from the night before. He was vomiting again. The chemo was killing him.
Hearing all of this made me realize that my fucking door was wide fucking open. If I was going to do this, I needed to close the door. I looked at the clock, and it was 8:15am. I was going to be late for work again.
My mother had installed one of those doors that could open up at the top, and at the bottom. It was like the snack shop at my old middle school which she used to run. You could see the top half of someone, but never their legs. I think she enjoyed working there so much, leaning over the little counter top where kids would count their sticky coins so they could get a Kit Kat, or some popcorn. I thought she was a fucking psycho for putting replacing their bedroom door with one of these doors. She liked to fuck with me, and pretend to sell me pretzels, or chips. Even now when I'm in college she still does that stuff. It makes her happy so I never discourage her, but it's horribly ridiculous.
I've gotten lost in thought again. I'm was supposed to close their door, but my father walked by all hunched over, and snapped me out of my daydream. He was wearing his pajamas that reeked of barf. I should have offered to change him, but I was scared. "Why are you watching Family Guy? Do you like that show Dad?" He didn't answer right away. He didn't a shit about anything. All he could think about was that he was done puking, and he wanted to go back to bed, and sleep. I thought I heard him say something, but his voice was so feeble, and inaudible. The sound of Stewie beating up Brian drowned out his response. He told me he liked the show before he died, so I imagine his reply was something to that effect. I closed both parts of the door, and went back to my room because I remembered I wanted to put her clit between my teeth, and chew it like bacon. There wasn't going to be any time for that though.
I hate deciding. Thinking about deciding, about choice. Indifference wastes time, and in a situation like this, there was going to be a lot of back and forth. Who knows if this could happen again. It wasn't going to happened like he had imagined it would. She was being cold, distant. As if she was just saying, "Fuck it. Let's just get this over with, and go back to our regularly scheduled lives which consisted of slowly dying in this little suburb where nothing changes." There I go assuming people always thinking these extremely melodramatic thoughts. She could have just wanted to fuck because her husband hasn't had the time nor the energy to please her. Yeah fucking right, what guy couldn't get it up for this light skinned goddess wrapped up in my goddamn blankets. He would be mad not to deny her any satisfaction. Am I mad then?
She's so in control of all of this. I fucking hate being a horny mother fucker like this.
(to be continued...hopefully...for my sanity...so that I know that there actually is hope for me...this is rough as fuck though isn't it)
She kissed with disjointed passion. She couldn't commit to this fucking amazing event, this moment. I moved back, and forth from the hypnotic rhythm of kissing, and sucking her tongue inside my mouth, to slobbering all over her petite titties. Shit, I hadn't brushed my teeth yet. That's nasty isn't it? She didn't care.
"Don't get me wrong. I want to. I always think about shit like this, but you know. There's a part of me that obviously can't. Shit, you clearly shouldn't be doing this. He's gonna kick my ass, she's gonna kick your ass, they'll fight each other. It'll be great."
Again, I don't know how she got here. How she got past my parents. Mom was downstairs cooking some longanisa. I could hear Dad watching TV in my parent's bedroom. He was watching Family Guy which made no sense to me for the networks to put something like that on at such an early hour. I guess he DVR'ed it from the night before. He was vomiting again. The chemo was killing him.
Hearing all of this made me realize that my fucking door was wide fucking open. If I was going to do this, I needed to close the door. I looked at the clock, and it was 8:15am. I was going to be late for work again.
My mother had installed one of those doors that could open up at the top, and at the bottom. It was like the snack shop at my old middle school which she used to run. You could see the top half of someone, but never their legs. I think she enjoyed working there so much, leaning over the little counter top where kids would count their sticky coins so they could get a Kit Kat, or some popcorn. I thought she was a fucking psycho for putting replacing their bedroom door with one of these doors. She liked to fuck with me, and pretend to sell me pretzels, or chips. Even now when I'm in college she still does that stuff. It makes her happy so I never discourage her, but it's horribly ridiculous.
I've gotten lost in thought again. I'm was supposed to close their door, but my father walked by all hunched over, and snapped me out of my daydream. He was wearing his pajamas that reeked of barf. I should have offered to change him, but I was scared. "Why are you watching Family Guy? Do you like that show Dad?" He didn't answer right away. He didn't a shit about anything. All he could think about was that he was done puking, and he wanted to go back to bed, and sleep. I thought I heard him say something, but his voice was so feeble, and inaudible. The sound of Stewie beating up Brian drowned out his response. He told me he liked the show before he died, so I imagine his reply was something to that effect. I closed both parts of the door, and went back to my room because I remembered I wanted to put her clit between my teeth, and chew it like bacon. There wasn't going to be any time for that though.
I hate deciding. Thinking about deciding, about choice. Indifference wastes time, and in a situation like this, there was going to be a lot of back and forth. Who knows if this could happen again. It wasn't going to happened like he had imagined it would. She was being cold, distant. As if she was just saying, "Fuck it. Let's just get this over with, and go back to our regularly scheduled lives which consisted of slowly dying in this little suburb where nothing changes." There I go assuming people always thinking these extremely melodramatic thoughts. She could have just wanted to fuck because her husband hasn't had the time nor the energy to please her. Yeah fucking right, what guy couldn't get it up for this light skinned goddess wrapped up in my goddamn blankets. He would be mad not to deny her any satisfaction. Am I mad then?
She's so in control of all of this. I fucking hate being a horny mother fucker like this.
(to be continued...hopefully...for my sanity...so that I know that there actually is hope for me...this is rough as fuck though isn't it)
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