Rock Solid in Gaga Land
It was a long, hard, day at work. As I entered my apartment
I was suddenly blasted with a gush of steamy, hot, air. As
on occasion I would turn the heat to full in the chilly mornings
as I awoke. This day however I forgot to turn the heat down
before I departed. I sluggishly lumbered over to the thermostat
and turned the dial slowly to an acceptable level, but to
no avail. The sweaty heat had already taken hold of me and
I became flushed and sleepy. I reluctantly lingered over
the refrigerator to relieve the dryness in my throat. As
I opened the door I again was blasted with air. This time
however it was icy cold as I penetrated the waste land that
is called my fridge. I emerged victorious! The water was
mine. However my journey was not complete. I once again
trudged off into the desert heat of my apartment. It felt
like an eternity, but finally with conviction and perseverance
I once again was victorious as I claimed the couch of the
bachelor. Not a moment later the apartment was filled with
a crackle of static electricity as I relinquished the button
of power of mans true addiction, television. Although
the TV was amusing, I still had one task yet completed. In
hopes of relieving the dryness in my mouth, and giving me
a boost to gather the energy and stay awake I raised the bottle
to my lips. the water pored slowly into my mouth tickling
my tongue. It was cooling and releasing as it passed from
the edge of my lips, now damp a glistening with sensation,
to my eager tongue, that was sloshing and slurping the water
down to the back of my thought. I once again was victorious.
I was refreshed and my thirst was gone, but not a moment later
the refreshing sensation departed, and I was left helpless
among the folds of the demon beast that is call my couch.
It would not be long before I would be enslaved by the pulsating
heat. Having no choice of my own I gave in to temptation,
and I dozed off into a restful slumber...
It seemed like only a moment had passed as I felt her hands
hard about my spine, and could sense her thoughts. I rolled
over and looked at her and smiled. She was a sturdy girl,
a bit short, but cute. She had wrapped about here a piece
of toweling. Beneath the toweling she wore nothing. About
her neck was a simple chain. She then began a rubbing with
a smooth fragrant oil. I felt my pulse rise and my temperature
suddenly drop as a shiver of excitement went up my spine.
not a second later as the rubbing became more intense the
heat had returned. I shifted my weight as I gently removed
the towel from you silky skin. I then took her in my arms and
pressed her lips to mine, as she lifted her arms and placed
them around my neck. As the excitement and anticipation
was building, the heat and passion became more intense.
I again shifted my weight and began to roll her body beneath
mine, but something was wrong. I felt myself falling away
from her. I grasped desperately for her to no avail...
Drenched in sweet I searched for her, but then realized
that it was only a dream . I had fallen from the demon couch,
that had relinquished its grasp on me in the midst of passion.
It tossed me aside like a dirty rag, and left me in state of
pain, as I was crushed by the pressure beneath my pants.
I was helpless, I could do nothing but lay still on my back
and sigh as I waited for the pressure of the bulging beast
to lessen enough to allow movement. I once again found my
self with a dry throat. However this time the heat had subsided
and the water was within my grasp...
After I caught my breath and drank some water I decided to
do what any bored and lonely man would do after such an ordeal.
I headed to my bedroom to finish what was started.
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