Book 1 of the Reality Series
Damien Sterling, like many people, believed that rape was something that couldn't happen to him. But he soon found that he was just another human being and anything is possible. After the tragic incident, he fell from th...
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I drove up the driveway of the mansion my mother had bought. She had gone into a drunken phase after my incident. My dad had left because he couldn't live with a damaged son and my mom couldn't take the burden that came with him leaving. My mom wasn't working when my dad left so the utility bills, taking care of my grandpa, sending me to school and my psychiatric bills began to pile.
During one of her drunken states, she bought a lottery ticket that she was lucky to have won with. We won over 30 million dollars and we were set for life. We moved out of our old neighbourhood, bought a new house, got grandpa into a new and better nursing home and my mom spent some time at a rehabilitation centre. My mom even bought me the sexy-ass car that I now drive. She thought it would help vivify my mood; she was right. It did help....a little.
I parked my Lamb in the garage and headed to my room. My mom wasn't home; she was probably at one of her book club friend's house. I placed my Goldvish Eclipse into my dock and continued the album from my car.
I took off my clothes, threw them in the hamper and went to the bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet and took out my hair clippers and shaving cream. As I closed the door I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror on the door. As I stared at my reflection, I thought:
*Why did it have to be me?
*What had I ever done to them?
*Will I ever fully recover?
*Am I disgusting to have felt the way I did?
*Am I disgusting now because of what I had become?
*How would people react if they knew what have happened to me?
*How would Reagan react if he knew?
*Will I ever find answers to these questions?
The sound of the can falling into the sink from my loosened grip startled me out of my thoughts. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts and proceeded to shaving my 5 o'clock shadow. Once I was finished, I hopped into the shower. When I turned the pipe, a steady stream of warm water flowed from the 16" rainfall showerhead.
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I began washing myself with my favourite lavender and honey scented shower gel. As my hands went lower and lower, I could almost swear that the water was getting hotter and hotter. A rush of epinephrine coursed through me along with a brutal heat. A shudder passed through me as one hand pressed against the wall and the other gripped me. It had been a very long time since I had any form of carnal relief, so sometimes I would go weeks with only myself to rely on.
Pathetic, I know.
A moan escaped my lips as I began to slowly caress my length. Another shudder passed through me except this time more forceful. I glided my finger over the tip and pressed down gently, I groaned. I felt like there was an onset of a dire need that at the very same moment was being fulfilled. Soon enough my hand began to work faster. My breaths became deep and rugged pants, and soon the bathroom was filled with my moans and groans. A tickle began to creep up from every corner of my body, making me desperate to stop but I wanted to continue forever. Then suddenly, I exploded, like a gunshot, startling yet discreet, leaving me with vibrations, trembling and gasps for air. I sank to the floor as my knees gave way. As I sat in the bath trying to recover, a need to sleep hit me.
