Getting married to the beast

I'm not sure what hour it is. I open my eyes, squinting at the light, and look around the room.

bracelet. I sigh, knowing how I got here. I move my hand harshly and get up without

clothing, it tears. So be it. I take off her bra and view her breast. Nipples are firm, and the breasts are fat and artificial. This is precisely what I was expecting from silicon breast. I can detect the difference between the two, and hers has been improved. I flick her nipple and hear her groan while kneeing her breast and sucking her other nipple. I feel her hands in my hair as I deliver her cherished flower feather kisses down her tummy. I take her hands off my hair. I reason I don't need her to touch me; I

e I push harder into her, her butt claps. I quicken my pace when I hear clapping. She screams to God and groans. I hold her waist, and she yanks harder on the covers. She cries, "I'm going to come," but I drive out ahead of her. She shouts angrily, and I unwrap another condom in case the first one rips. I put

g someplace. Worse yet, "Leaving so soon?" I sigh and lower my head. I believed I'd get away this time without any needy female seeking more. "Yes, I'm going," I responded as I looked a

ke an idiot in front of everyone. I screwed you without having sex with you. Now excuse me, but I'm leaving because I can smell your awful

drives me to my residence to change my clothes. He takes a right, and we drive down the road for a few minutes until we see my ho

othing for the day. I put on black dress trousers and a white dress shirt and go to the restroom in my boxers. I take off my soiled clothing and enter my shower. The water

hey don't all need to be turned on. I washed my hair and washed my body. I exit my contemporary shower and take a towel from the

ed a faint grin to grow on my lips. She's in Costa Rica, celebrating her and my father's birthdays. She's fifty, and my father is fifty-five. I clean my teeth and decide to

No, you're still my baby boy, and I'll call you my honey till the day I die." "How's the travel, Mom?" I ask. "Are you having a good time?" "Yes, I am," my mother responds

orever; you're going to kill him," I groaned, exasperated. "No, it will be you," she responds. "To avoid that, get your butt married," she s