Only an idiot would keep from killing himself because he wanted to stick his sad little penis into a woman's asshole. But so be it; I'd always said to myself I wanted to fuck a woman in her ass before I died, and then when I'd started contemplating taking my own life I reminded myself of thiswant because in a strange way it seemed to keep my perspective straight.
Judge all you want, but I'm sure you have your strange obsessions, and let me tell you, when life goes to shit, the obsessions for some reason get more intense, probably because there's nothing much else to do other than obsess. When it comes to ass fucking, I'm not interested in abusing a lady, forcing anything. I'm admittedly sleazy, but I'm no offender.
Before I had my elevator incident I fucked as many women as I could, to prove I could, to prove I was connected to people and the things they do, to prove I wasn't Johnny Bobo. And never any of them in theirasshole. Not that I tried. Who knows what would have happened if I'd asked. For each pitiful dinky little relationship I just went along with it. There were a couple of ladies who I don't think wouldn't have been offended if I asked, and maybe one of them would have been into it.
Now, given where I was and who I'd become, there was no way to bag a woman's interest.
Oh well, I told myself, slurping warm beer on my couch. Too late now.
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THE DOG HUNTERS (completed)
General FictionA suicidal homeless weirdo has adventures. He runs into a duo of dog lovers, who spend their days traveling around the city observing and honoring dogs. Wisdom cannot be run away from. He escapes paradise and falls in love with a strange lady who m...
