I got a letter. It sat on the floor cause I picked an unfortunate motel to stay at with no PO box and no letter slot so the mail can only be pushed under the door or be left in front of the damn thing. No care for the people who have to live here. That's fine, that's fine. When you live in a place that only exists because people can't afford to live in a place with a mailbox, nobody is paid to care about you. Was that a ramble? Sorry, it's really not that important. I pick the letter up, crumpled from being shoved under a door with an obnoxious extension under it cause no one bothered to fix it when the wood at the bottom started to splinter down. So I assume, anyway, it was just like that when I came here.
I walked into my apartment, staring at the mess of clothes on the floor, unsorted papers and wrappers covering the place, making for a minefield to traverse because everything is a pain and I still gotta wake up for work whether the place is clean or dirty. May as well not be responsible. It's easier. I open the envelope. It says something. I fold it and take a breath because life is hard, and people don't know how to stop asking for things, but that's life, that's life. I fall back on the bed, letting the book on my bed dig into me as I stare at the ceiling. I wanna go to sleep. Wake up at 2 in the morning, let a video play in my ear buds as I type away on my phone, hoping there will be validation in my words before I go to work again, but I'm being dishonest. Cause staying in the same place is just as hard as having a responsibility to uphold, and I think I might prefer one over the other, if I'm in the right mood.
I'm a little sad I'm not.
I got a letter when I got home from work today. A letter from dad. I have to go home and handle some things for him. He ended it with a sorry.
It was a suicide note.
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The car came to a rattling stop before I turned the key and popped open the driverside door. Stepping out into the night, I find the sight of the lonely gas station on the near-empty forest road all the more unnerving. I, simply put, was not stopping by choice. Due to the actions of some rather bastard-tier children with a vacuum tube and fast legs, I had found myself losing a majority of my gas tank with nowhere close by to go and refuel at the time.
My only hope was that if I sped through these woods, I'd make it close enough that someone from that old town would be able to come assist me. That old town...I sigh in nostalgia before slamming my door, walking up to the station's entrance. The place is lit well, inside and out, though the outside does feel a bit nasty. Not abnormaly nasty. Nobody is paid enough to care about a station in the middle of nowhere.
Am I in the middle of nowhere too? Maybe everyone with a little tinge of worthlessness to them is in their own little nowhere. That's beautiful. I'll be sure to mention it to someone when I'm in town. They may have the patience for it. I don't remember them being too mean or disinterested. Not like real people.
Inside I can see a couple rows of convenience-tier foods, and a couple coolers at the back wall filled with drinks of both the alcoholic and reasonable human variety. Well, better to be in the middle of nowhere inside than out, and I'm not gonna get any gas just by waiting here. I carefully open the door, hearing a bell ring after I hit it. My eyes are on the hunt, moving about, in search of the poor hapless employee keeping this place alive for the time being. Eventually, I succeed, and feel my stomach drop. Standing at the counter, dressed in a black polo and khakkis, is an incredibly gorgeous woman. Her red hair hangs halfway down her back, her eyes a shiny emerald green. A pair of large tit's push against the shirt's fabric, seemingly hardly containing them. How the fuck is it doing that, actually? This question I wonder in silence as I keep my gaze locked on the employee's face, walking up to the counter and offering a gentle cough to get their attention. After a moment, her eyes flick up from whatever she had been looking at to lock on me.
I gulp. Crap, wait, maybe it was better when she wasn't looking at me. The nerves must have been causing my face to look rather humerous, her face giving a small smirk before she began to speak.
"Need something sleepy eyes?" Her voice is the definition of flirtatious. I can hardly tell if it's her actual voice or my own raging hormones in my brain, but regardless, I've become a complete and total mess as I try and put together what I need from her. However, no words end up escaping my lips. I end up just giving in, pointing to my car parked in front of a gas pump. She eyes my car before giggling. "Running outta gas this far into nowhere? Irresponsible." I can hardly even call her wrong or ignorant. At the end of the day it is my own fault I didn't chase those little sucker's down. Wasnt worth the effort. Maybe it would have been more fun to beeak down then actually make it. Call someone and tell them I tried but just had to go back cause my car had a dead engine or something. How would I make that convincing. Ugh, they'd just send someone to get me, and they would be pissed, and I'd just feel like shit. I simply scratch the back of my neck. She finally moves to a little computer, looking more ancient than the Windows 95 machine from my childhood. She nods, asking how much gas I need and I mumble something about three gallons. She laughs, typing something in and, looking over satisfied, asks for my total.
I pull out what I owe when I hear her chuckle. Looking back up, I see her leaning forward, her chin in her hand.
"Uhm, is there, uh, something else you need?" I force out the words I can, making her giggle.
"What's your name sleepy eyes?" She spoke softly. It felt like it was a miracle I could even hear her.
"Uhm, Joel." I mumble out, placing the money on the counter. She seems disinterested in it.
"Hello Joel. I'm Ariana."
"A-Ariana, eh? That's, uh, cool. I mean, it's a cool name." I force out a laugh.
"Yeah?"
"Y-yeah..." Why is she looking at me like that? I paid, right? Did I do something wrong? Why is she looking at me at all? I try to avert my gaze, but her form feels like a glue trap. I can't move away
"Mmm...Joel? Why are you here?" The question is enough to completely knock me off balance. Huh? What is she asking that for?
"Just visiting home, ehehe..."
"Oh? Vacation from work?"
"Vacation, yeah." My words are quick. They don't sound convincing, even to me. It makes me sick.
"How nice. You must be so excited to relax."
"Mhm...yeah..."
"You seem out of it."
"I...what?"
"Sure it's a vacation sleepy eyes?"
"Well, yeah, it's as much a vacation as any other."
"You seem like quite the thick headed fellow."
"Ahaha...haha..."
"Nah, more than that.. you're pretty distracted, huh?"
"Dis...tracted...yeah...maybe." She starts to move. The way her hand gently slides across the counter as she straightens her back is so fucking hot. I feel my teeth clenching up behind my lips as she pushes open the creaky waist high door to walk over to me. Her walk, her moving hips, her teasing smile. I feel my body trembling. Hey, what's happening? Is she gonna kill me? Am I dead?
"You've been staring at my tits for a while now, y'know." Have I? My brain feels so foggy I simply have to accept her sweet as vanilla words as fact. "You don't seem to be in a hurry right now..." She leans in, letting the aroma of light strawberry into my nose as her lips arrive just inches from my ear.
"Wanna touch em?" I do. I really really do. Holy fuck please let me squeeze those massive things so hard you moan like an animal-
"You're a pretty horny bastard, you know that~?" Her words are just enough to draw me back to reality, to look down and see my hands already at work, squeezing her chest over the rough fibers of her polo. They're so big I can't even contain them in my grasp if I tried. "Can't even wait till I take you out back? That's fine~." Her acceptance only drives me more crazy, my whole body pushing her down to the ground, sending a rack of magazines flying as I pull her shirt up. She giggles, accepting my act by raising her arms for me. I don't bother taking it all the way off, letting it stay at her wrists as I gaze at the lacy, satin red bra, hiding her tits from me. I don't have the patience to even bother with taking it off. My hands race down upon her, squeezing and pushing them together. The softness, jesus, it really is like dough. It feels so funking unreal.
Unreal, these, these can't possibly be real. They're too close to everything I've ever imagined for them to belong to a real person. I would be concerned if it didn't make me so hard. I hear gentle noises start to enter my ears. Moans? Whimpers? Fuck, is she enjoying this? Fuck yes, that's awesome! That confirmation that she's enjoying this too pushes me forward, giving me the desire to push the bra up, giving me access to the pink, gentle nipples waiting for me. My pointer and thumb on both ny hands wrap around those ariolas, and squeeze. The yip before a whimper sounds so beautiful it makes my body throb. I can't contain it.
"Mph~?! Mmmm~~." I kiss her, deep, letting our tongues wrap around each other as the static fuzzing up my brain makes me unable to take the pleasure flowing through me. I feel my hands moving down to my pants, pulling them down enough to get my cock out. I separate our lips in time for her to give my penis a surprised stare. "H-how the hell does someone like you have something that big?" She mumbles as I raise my hips up to push my cock between her doughbag tits. I squeeze them hard around it.
"Ah! You pervert..." She seems unable to remain calm enough to give me a laugh, a sort of moany sounding giggle escaping her throat as I start thrusting, the head of my dick reaching high enough to slap against her chin. "Y-you're twitching like a mother fucker. I guess it's my fault using so much on you. I was hoping we'd get to have more fun..." The hell is she talking about?! Does she think I'm a one timer or something.
"I-I'm not thaaaaaa-aaaat w-weak!" Talking is so hard. I still had to push those words out though. It felt disrespectful not to. She smiled.
"My apologies. Go ahead and show me then~." She whispers with something more than just teasing lust. Something warmer lingers in her words as I thrust faster, making her whimper louder. Shit, shit, shit! I move faster. My body is desperate, angry that it feels like I won't be able to be like this forever.
Just be like this forever...
I cum. Hard enough for my white to reach all the way into her hair, coating her face and making her look all the more hot. She laughs. I pant. I laugh. I'm still so hard. Again. I want to do it again.
I want to have sex with her till the world ends.