On occasion I would admire the way they dress, check out their legs and sometimes try to imagine what they would look like in just a bra and panties. ...For about a year now I've dismissed these thoughts as just plain old not getting any sex and I'm horny as hell. What really confuses me is I have some of those images in my mind's eye when I finger myself into frenzy. I've even considered exploring these emotions further but I'd be scared shitless to actually act on it. I retreated back into the. Then I got dumpedAnd last but certainly not least, I died!So to recap, Fired, Dumped, Dead...bummer!You might be asking yourself..."Jack, how does a moderately healthy guy just this side of Thirty die" Well "self" maybe next time you'll unplug the toster before you try to pry out a Pillsbury Toaster Strudle with a butterknife...while high.So yeah I got zapped with 50,000 volts and died alone in my underwear and a Spice World T-shirt (it's comfy...don't judge!).The next thing I knew I was. She could hear a guttural moan off in the distance, and it sounded somewhat like a wounded animal. She wondered where that noise was coming from, and realized shortly thereafter that the noise was coming from her. She was having a sort of out-of-body experience from the fucking that Davis was putting on her, and after shed figured out the sounds her moans projected, she heard his feral grunts, and that turned her on even more. Damnit, youre so wet and hot, he ground out as he kept up his. Even if you want to phone your mom, just tell them to be quiet about it and go right ahead." Being seen as just a cum deposit was both humiliating and exhilarating... which I couldn't explain. For the life of me, I couldn't explain why being on my knees felt natural, why having a cock in my mouth felt pleasurable, or why the idea of swallowing cum was consuming me. It just was what it was. Hunger. Insatiable hunger. Desire. A need to please. "Like I said, just pull your dick out right now and.