8. Sucker
I quickly finished the value meal and headed to the summit. I think I’ll call Vesper to see if he wanna join me sky-surfing. The internal comm rang, but it went to voicemail. Ves was never prone to video, preferring the manipulation of voice. He had the sweetest tone, bastardly even.
Frustrated, I cursed the devil. I remember how I used to do so when I was alive in mortal body. At that time he was only an idea; a concept at most; folklore, at worst. Now that I’d acquainted and befriended fallen angels, it feels ironic to have been so ignorant then. Dumb, stupid human behaviour.
We were stupid, there’s no doubt in it. My life was full of despair. I contemplated suicide often, but never got around to doing it. Just played with the notion. By worldly standards I was successful. I was a writer; I had a book out dedicated to a dead friend. I was also a failure. I had three condemned love relationships, the last of which was with Gee Ni. That broke my sanity. I never married. I had had enough playing the game of love, and now I settled for lust the rest of my life.
With the money from the novel, I splashed on hoors instead. For me, it was an outright disgust to share bodily fluids in the absence of affection, and I could never imagine fucking a stranger, or even receiving a blowjob from an anonymous mouth. Thus I settled for handjobs and footjobs; and I’ll have to boast that my dick has jizzed the palms and soles of many exotic women from all around the world.
This is pathetic, not only about soliciting prostitutes for pleasure, but the manner of my orgasm. But I often get turned on when they worship willy, telling me how powerful he is, or how huge. I adore their acting skills when they wank me, pulling at my penis with a smile on their face, and shaping their lips to an O in mock fascination and appeal even as I blow my muck.
I look like a monkey when I come, that’s what my girlfriends tell me; and sometimes they (girlfriends & whores) mimic my apelike appearance during climax.
Sometimes I masturbate in front of women degrading me of my despicable manner. However, I only enjoy this when they are in a crowd, whispering, and then laughing out loud at my perverted action. Occasionally they coax or instruct me, and I obey, like when I’m asked to flick my balls. Often they don’t even have to bare breasts or the triangle below, I simply ejaculate on the floor at the pretty and suggestive sight of them…so long as they also look scintillatingly hot!
Maybe my odd sexual pattern is due to my innate longing for a lover. Sex is sacred; intercourse, fellatio, cunnilingus, foreplay, kissing, hugging, necking, biting: all symbols of affection. Cumming is just a physical activity, a need like eating, drinking, peeing and shitting. Damn…do I make sense?
My nature is, furthermore, a respect for females. I’m not forcing my manly plight upon them by jamming in the hole; rather, I admire them, I worship them with the stiffness sticking out of my pants. I publicly show them my adoration, my desire for their sexy, shapely curves. Ladies like to be lusted over, it gives them a sense of empowerment, and getting semen on their limbs is a small price to pay for this big ego trip. Moreover, it’s fucking safe! No STD. I’m doing all these chicks a favour and paying them as well.
Sucker.