one beer.

Wake up with a pounding head once again. Stomach rumbling. Breath reeking. Eyes blurry. Sweating. Pasty. Why do I put myself through so much torture? Beautiful girl beside me. Sleeping. Snoring. Talking. What is she thinking? Dreaming? Water tastes like tar. I need a jerk. A release of fluids. But I need more fluids. Replenish. Jerk then drink. Drink then jerk. Horny. The shittier I feel the hornier I am. Thrusting. Throbbing. Satisfying. Pleasing. Smelling but pleasing. What women put up with. Why? All for a good fuck. Is that what it comes down to? Are drunks better fucks than bankers? I release my juice. Not in her. Not in the condom. Condoms don’t work. No feel. Too tight. She comes. And comes. Explosion. Bed is wet. She’s wet the bed. Soaked with cum. Better than pee. G spot has been attacked. Over and over. Explosions everywhere. Sweating and sweating. Energy waning. And waning. Dick is bleeding and bleeding. Head is pounding. And pounding. Thirsty for love. Thirsty for water. Condom ripped off. Dick in my hand. Hand is red from blood. Friction. Tearing. Thoughts racing. Concentration lacking. Couch is enticing. People watching. Sunlight shining. Roommate sleeping. Girlfriend working. Stomach rumbling. Rumbling. Thrusting. Thrusting. AND BOOM. Release. All fluids in my body being released at once. Onto the flood on the bed. Beside G SPOT LAKE. Sheets like a waterfall. Sweat. Cum. Blood. Drool. Time to shower and start the process again. “Want to go out for one beer?” One beer…yeah right. Drunk.