Years of meaningless one night stands , casual dating and pornography had left me wanting . The greed of intimacy had robbed me blind and all I could think of was who I should take home next. Sleeping with the same girl over and over again proved monotonous and the thought of settling down with a pretty dame incriminated me. Not that I was scared of being in a relationship. No. I just hadn't allowed myself to think that far ahead in life and something always seemed to hold me back from finding true love.
The evening had adapted a familiar tune, the thin fabric of a cheap cotton sheet clung onto me, like a second skin , naked, in bed with a total stranger ,tasteless tattoo running down her torso. Her name , Bianca Something . After hours of drinking in the local bar she'd dragged me back to her apartment before giving me the most underwhelming blowjob i'd ever had. A waste of time, I chastised silently before she fell asleep next to me. My eyes ,riddled with frustration and greed searched the low ceiling, my gaze unseeing.
The world around us seemed to move on as though it wasn't way past midnight, its rambunctious atmosphere a nuisance to those who chose to retire early to bed. The blaring horns a nuisance to my mind as I thought about nothing in particular. My horniness drove to me to an endless abyss of frustration , the erection tenting the sheet that had lain over my aching body yearning for some sort of release. My eyes dart to the creature sleeping next to me, her snores coming out in heavy breathes.
what a waste !
I should've taken Aaron's advice and spent the night at Carl's place, I solemnly exhaled, he did say he was having company and by that , he meant strippers and beer. Maybe then I wouldn't be stuck with a raging hard on and an incompetent bitch who smells like she hasn't showered in decades. My thirst for a female's touch made it impossible to concentrate, I couldn't sleep , not until i'd taken care of that which had me captive : A boner.
I had long stopped masturbating ever since I found out the satisfaction women provide. The wonderful sensation of being wrapped around the warmth of a woman's sex gave an almost orgasmic feeling, a feeling that masturbation couldn't provide. A feeling that brought out a man's primal side, wild and untamed. Ever since I had a taste of that, masturbation became an alien idea, like a foreigner in a foreign land. The fan creaked above us, the air getting chilling as a cold shiver penetrated through my skin. I definitely needed to jack off.
It had been years. My hands slithering noncommittally underneath the thin white sheet before getting a firm grasp of the throbbing flesh between my legs. The almost familiar feeling of my erection made me sigh in defeat as I gently stroked, hoping to bring myself to a world shuttering climax. It had been years since I long stopped touching myself, a young 18 year old me , innocent, clueless on the matters of sex. I'd starved myself from the erotic pleasures, the beauty of masturbation , telling myself that waiting till marriage was a terrific option.
I was wrong.
The pleasure centered between my legs felt all too familiar as I visualized a half naked woman , hoping that that would do the trick as my hands worked up and down my shaft with determination. The distant yowling of stray cats echoed by as I tried to pleasure myself to sleep. The squelching sounds elicited from my leaking cock as I jacked off made me wish she could wake up and suck me hungrily and at least get me there. Stuck in my own insomnia, I ineffectively stroked along the girth , paying close attention to my head. A quiet whimper escaped my parted lips as I felt myself surrendering to the highly anticipated orgasm , hot cum dripping from my cock.
A disappointed sigh. I felt empty once again. I had momentarily forgotten how empty and desolate I usually felt after a session of self pleasure. The emptiness barred inside my chest so deep , it choked me with bitterness.
I had longed for adventure and the thrill it brought , in stead I wound up sleeping next to this mistress. Usually , I was pretty good at picking girls to spend the night with but today must've been a bad luck or something. Maybe I should settle down with a nice lady or something or just find myself a girlfriend.
The thought of staying celibate almost made me chortle as I got up , my legs limp like damp noodles , my throat, a valley of dry bones and eyes strained with sleep, trudging my way to the bathroom.
The smell of cheap air conditioner poisoned the air with its scent as I threw the toilet lid open before aiming my cum-stained cock into the bowl for a piss. She had her unmentionables hanged all over the bathroom as I let my stare wonder about, listlessly. She clearly wasn't my type, I snorted as I stared at what was an attempt of lingerie hanging by her bathroom cubicle. It looked cheap and worn out. I wondered how many men she's worn that for? Probably tens of men.
Even after relieving myself , I still felt dissatisfied. Maybe sleeping in a strangers room wasn't as thrilling as he thought. It had been a train wreck , camping at her apartment. With a final thought, I decided to sneak out and never see her again, hopefully.
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Hello to those who have seemingly stumbled upon this pathetic story of mine.
Firstly, I'd like to express my sincere gratitude for choosing to partake of this journey of reading this story of mine, it brings me great joy to see this, also reading through your comments ;p
Secondly, this story contains strong explicit language and fantasies only a sinner could relate to so , might I caution you on this. If this isn't your cup of tea, might I advice not to drink of it but if you feel comfortable with such stories , read along you naughty little being!
Lastly, I'm open to some constructive criticism, just don't be rude whilst doing so and I shall gladly heed to your words. Hope you'll enjoy the book and don't mind my spelling mistakes and errors , I too am a human being with errors .
Thank you and have a great time!
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