Browsing the web, I see that monument of a woman again in pictures. Her pictures are as great as I remember them in my mind. That sexy face of hers and tanned skin captivates me. Her lips look so delicious to suck on. Those arms, breasts, waist, and legs make me want her even more. I yearn for her body to be on top of mines. I expand an image to full screen of the monitor showing her beautiful body. Her back is facing me. Her face is half-turned looking at me. Oh my goodness. What a woman. She is so hot. Oh, baby. I want to have sex with her. I want to explode inside her. I need to touch that nice and bubbly butt. I want her to rub her butt in my face.
After I cool down, the fiction writer in me appears. I am inspired to write a story. I always wanted to be a fiction writer. When I submitted fan fiction based on video games, I did not receive any praise. This discouraged me from pursuing a career as a professional writer. Now, I have an idea. It will have the elements that could potentially lead to be one of the best stories: sex, romance, violence, hero, and moral dilemmas. Of course, this is only my opinion. My opinion destroyed the relationship I had. The writing style has to be likeable enough for a reader to enjoy it too.
I begin typing my new hero story that no one will ever care about. It is about a masked hero who is a vigilante that fights crime in the night. It is not very original, but I don't care. I keep on writing. He saves people from fires and fights criminals to prevent robberies and the deaths of victims and innocent bystanders. He is the rumor around town. Nobody knows who he is. He strikes at the most opportune time.
One dark and cold night, the masked hero, a regular Joe who lives in an apartment, gets prepared to fight crime. Little did he know about what was going to happen that night? A woman in a black hooded-trench coat knocks on his apartment door. He opens to reveal a mysteriously sexy white woman with black lipstick. She is very scared. She claims there is a mysterious guy trying to rape her. She runs away and escapes from sight by entering the apartment building. The hero, currently unmasked, says that he will go out to find him, but she doesn't let him. She says that she wants no problems and asks him for a cup of hot coffee. She sits down on the sofa as he goes for coffee, innocent of what will happen to him next.
When he returns with the cup of coffee, the mysterious woman stands up from the sofa. She undresses herself to reveal long blond hair, a curvaceous and tempting body with a skimpy black bikini, covering only her nipples, and a black thong, only covering her vulva. She wears high-heeled black shoes. The hero drops the cup of coffee on the floor. He is in complete shock. When he goes down to clean up the mess, she holds his jaw to stop him from cleaning up the mess. She signals him to follow her to his bedroom. She turns around to show her round set of buns swallowing the g-string. The hero follows her as she walks seductively with her hips swaying from side to side.
In the bedroom, the hero tries to snap out of her enchantment, but she doesn't let him. She pushes him down against the bed. She unbuttons and unzips his pants. The hero attempts to sit up from his bed, but she jumps on top of him and pushes him back down. The woman kisses his lips, but after a few seconds, he pushes her off him. He tries to leave the bedroom, but she pulls his pants down to reveal his erection. She immediately hops on him with her legs wrapped across his waist and arms around his neck. She drags him down with her to the bed. She mounts him and gives him hot sex. The woman rips her blonde wig to reveal her baldhead. The hero is hooked on the pleasure she gives him. They resume having hot passionate sex the entire night.
As the hero falls into temptation, the criminals are everywhere causing havoc in the city. They rob jewelry stores and mom-and-pop stores. They go into houses and leave with TVs, antiques, jewelry, and money. It appears they knew the masked hero wouldn't be around. Their thievery goes flawlessly and without major obstacles.
If that wasn't enough, the hero's only sister's life is in jeopardy. A group of criminals invade a club to start a shootout. The reasons are not certain, but everyone runs and screams out of the club. Complete chaos and anarchy leaves the DJ, the hero's sister, confused. She doesn't know what to do next. She runs as well, but two gunshots knock her down. She is wounded. The paramedics arrive at the scene. They see all the wounded victims, including the hero's sister.
The hero's sister is sent to the emergency room. She is on life support. The wound is near her heart. She lost a lot of blood. The doctors do everything they can to keep her alive, but she loses her pulse. They use shock treatment to revive her. After many attempts to bring her back to life, they fail. The hero's sister is declared dead.
The hero wakes up the next morning. He finds out the sad truth. The first thing he notices is the mysterious woman gone. Confused and disappointed for letting the criminals have their night, he hears the phone ring. When he picks up the phone, he hears the bad news about his sister's death. He breaks down in tears. He can't believe his last surviving family member is dead.
During the walk to the hospital, he realizes the mysterious woman was part of the evil plan. She wasn't running away from anybody. His secret identity was discovered. The woman was sent to him as a distraction. The criminals were able to do their business, free of worries. They also killed his sister to deliver him a message. The hero, consumed with rage, promises his sister that he will avenge her death.
This story seems to have a good start, but I don't know what else to do with it. I save it on the computer. I second-guess myself about the success of this story. Should I give the hero superpowers or leave him without powers? He got seduced too easily. Having powers make no sense. Fighting in the night looks too familiar to a very famous superhero comic. I might get slapped with a plagiarism lawsuit even though the characters have nothing in common. Next, how do I execute the vengeance plot? There are many questions I do not have the answer to. I decide to rest from writing my story.
Longing to have sex with a gorgeous woman, instead of cleaning the house, I watch adult videos on the web. It is the closest I can get to satisfy my desire to have sex with a woman. I always wanted an Indian woman. Searching for videos of Indian adult actresses, I click on one video of an attractive Indian woman. She is pretty and gorgeous with her long black hair and voluptuous body.
Her attractiveness is not only her physical beauty, but also her attitude and her willingness to take charge. She undresses herself seductively and touches herself. More importantly, she looks directly into the camera. It appears as if her coquettish eyes are looking at me. Her eyes, full of lust, bring me into the action. I feel like the most important person alive. She always flashes her eyes at the camera throughout the video. After minutes of watching her video, I feel so connected to her. As I look deeply into her lustful eyes, I feel like I'm the guy she is having sex with. She sits on top of me with her bare breasts. She moans and screams loudly from the pleasure I give her.
Watching her sexy eyes gazing makes me dumb. I feel stupid looking at her having sex attentively. No woman will ever look at me like that adult actress. They haven't so far. Not even Sara gives me that seductive look. The adult actress accomplishes something no woman has ever done. She makes me feel sexy, attractive, and desirable. I feel like the hottest guy in the world. My rational thinking is stupid, but I don't care. I continue to watch more adult videos of adult actresses of other ethnicities. I have become the sexaholic I once criticized Luis, Justin, and Juan for being.
It is 3:00 in the morning, and I have to fall asleep. I wasted the entire night on the computer and did not clean anything. I turn off the computer. I lie face down on the bed, having sexual fantasies with Sara. Tossing and turning in bed, the clock shows 4:00 in the morning. I lose track of time and do not know when I enter the dream state.
An orgasm wakes me up. I discover my pants are wet with semen. I am a bit startled. This hasn't happened to me in a long time. The orgasm felt pleasing to me. Now, I have to get rid off my underwear.
I try to remember the disjointed dream I had. In the dream, I remember playing a video game with a character that flies. At a
certain moment, I transitioned into flying myself. I felt like I was flying with my brain strength. I avoid chunks of debris as I pass by them in the skies. I look straight into a small and spherical planet Earth. There is a bright and small yellow star on the left hemisphere. When I got near it, I transitioned to a bedroom. There was a huge mosquito flying around the bedroom. I avoided it and ran away from it. I closed myself in a closet. I realized that I was in a bad dream. I squinted my eyes to get out of the dream. I squinted hard enough to change the scenery. I changed to another room with Sara. She wore a tank top and shorts. She looked so beautiful. I hugged and kissed her. I lied on top of her and humped her on the bed. At that point, I woke up to the orgasm.
Chapter 9
The front door to Sara's house opens, and I hear Sara's voice and another woman's voice from the bedroom. My underwear is still wet. I must get rid of the underwear I am wearing. I can't let them see me with my wet underwear. Quickly, I take off my underwear. I place it underneath my mattress. Maybe, the smell won't irradiate from there. I thought of putting it with the dirty clothing, but the smell is too fresh. What if Sara decides to do the laundry or something? I place new and clean briefs along with blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
Sara screams at me from below. I know why too. I did not clean anything during the entire month she was in Mexico. I didn't buy new food either. The refrigerator is empty. She must be furious.
As I walk down the stairs, I see the other woman who accompanies Sara. The impression I have of her is strong. The woman is shorter than me. She is of the same age range of Sara and I. She is very gorgeous and attractive. She has long black hair to the waist, a short neck length, a spoon body type, and sexy Japanese eyes, full of expression. She is not full Japanese because she still looks more Hispanic than Asian. Her stare is penetrating and seductive. I feel sexually aroused. I want to have sex with her right away. I hope nobody notices the erection in my pants.
"Jimmy, the house is so dirty. Haven't you done anything this past month?" Hearing Sara irate has been the norm since our relationship went south. I try to change the subject.
"How was the vacation? Did you have fun? I hope the airplane ride went smoothly."
"What did you do this entire month?" Sara is upset.
"I paid the bills over the internet." Yes, this is the only meaningful thing I did. I wasted my entire month at my parent's house, getting Chad on video, and looking at adult videos on the computer. It is not worth mentioning the other stuff I did to Sara.
"Everything is dirty and dusty. The TV, the tables, and the floor are gross. I can see the gray dust. How can you live like this?"
"It is not that big of a deal, silly." She did not like my attempt at a joke.
"Is that a video game hooked to the TV? That's what you have been doing this entire month. Video games are for kids."
"I am a big kid. What can I say?" Sara goes to the kitchen. She discovers another disappointment in the refrigerator.
"Jimmy! There is no food! What am I going to eat now? You are worthless. C'mon Jessica. Let's go out again." Insecurely, I put my head down for disappointing Sara.
After Sara and Jessica leave the house, I know that I have to start cleaning the first floor. I won't have time to clean the second floor, but at least something will be clean. I dust off the furniture, tables, and the TV with a cloth. I take the broom out of the closet to sweep the floor. I am already out of breath, but I continue on. I sweep and collect all the floor dust in one area. Wow, this is a lot of dust over one month. In the closet, I take the dustpan to sweep the dust onto the dustpan. From the dustpan, I brush it off into the garbage can. After this is done, I go get a bucket from the kitchen and fill it with sink water. From the closet, I grab the mop to wet it with water to wash the floor.
After cleaning the first floor, I go up the stairs, carrying the mop, the broom, and the dustpan in my right hand and the bucket in my left hand. Before I start cleaning the second floor, I sit down to take a breather. I think about Jessica. I remember the name, Jessica. She could be Sara's favorite cousin from Mexico. Maybe, she is another Jessica. Either way, her Japanese eyes are so sexy. The infatuation I feel for her is very strong considering that it is the first time I see her.
When I hear the door open downstairs, I get back up to continue cleaning the second floor. As I clean the second floor, Sara and Jessica talk in the kitchen. I take my time sweeping the second floor. I don't have the energy to go any faster. I overhear their conversation from upstairs.
"Wow. Look Sara. Everything looks clean now. I wonder who did this." This is the voice of Jessica. I can tell by her Spanish accent.
"Oh, that was Jimmy. He knows how to clean the house." Sara responds.
"Wow, that was pretty fast."
"You know my real problem with him."
"Yeah. Why haven't you dumped him already?"
"I don't know. I am confused. Part of me says to dump him and another part of me says that I don't know."
"Well, he is pretty good at cleaning the house."
"I don't want a servant. I want someone who believes in love."
"Okay. If you don't want a servant, dump him."
"Yeah. I don't want to be one to dump him. We haven't kissed each other for many months. I treat him like a stranger since Valentine's Day, but he doesn't leave. He doesn't say anything."
"I think you should dump him. It is clear you don't like him. Who wants to be with someone just for pity?"
"Jimmy doesn't care if I haven't dumped him for pity. It has become clear that he will stay here until I dump him. It is just difficult. Actually, I feel bad about breaking up with him. I don't even want to break up with him. I want him to be a different kind of man. That's the only problem."
"You told me he isn't going to change ever. Don't feel so bad. He won't get mad. He is already used to not having you as a girlfriend. If two people don't kiss or have sex with each other, are they really still a couple?"
"That is the problem for me, Jessica. He wants us to be best friends under his weird conditions. He doesn't even know what is a real best friend. I don't feel he is a great friend for me. He is too quiet. Specifically, he doesn't trust me. He hides his feelings and thoughts from me. I can't live with a guy like this. If I tell him to break up, he will be heartbroken. He has already told me that the most painful thing for him is when a woman doesn't want to be his friend."
"Why should you sacrifice yourself for him? He will be fine. I know men better than you do. They fall in love with other women quickly. It is not worth to be in a relationship like yours. If I were you, I would dump him."
"I will make a decision soon, Jessica. Really soon? I deserve to have real love in my life."
"Of course, there are many guys out there waiting for you. Jimmy isn't boyfriend material from what you tell me. I would never consider him as a hot guy. There are many better out there."
"During the beginning of our relationship, he was amazing. Jimmy was full of energy, prideful, confident, and very talkative. I wanted to be around him all the time, but he changed into a sluggish, boring, shy, and surprisingly insecure man. He did warn me beforehand that he was a boring person who was scared of airplanes and heights, but I thought it was because he lived alone and had no one to go out with. I thought he needed my encouragement to conquer his fears, but he told me the truth. I was too optimistic. He always tells me that I am too idealistic."
"I know exactly what he did, Sara. He impressed you by being more cool and fun than he normally is. Once he got you, he went back to his old ways. All men are like that."
"Besides that, he tells me that love isn't real. He is such a weirdo."
"Oh, yeah. He is a little crazy. Well, not really. All men are like that. The only thing they want is sex. They will lie about love to get you in bed. At least, he is honest about it."
"I don't believe that Jessica. Not all guys are the same. Some are different. Jimmy is a nice man. I will always remember him no matter what my decision
will be."
It is obvious from their conversation that my days are numbered as Sara's boyfriend. At least, I had the chance to have her as a girlfriend. Sara has been very special to me. These have been the best months of my life. This was the one thing I wasn't able to experience as a person until Sara said yes to me. It is a beautiful series of moments that I will always remember until the end of times.
After cleaning the second floor, I go downstairs to put the mop, the broom, the bucket, and the dustpan back in the closet. I pass by Sara and Jessica without greeting them. This upsets Sara. She is going to dump me anyway.
"Jimmy, do you have any matters? Aren't you going to greet our guest? She is Jessica, my favorite cousin, remember?"
"Yes. I do. Hello." I greet her with a simple wave and go back upstairs to my room. I want to rest a little.
As I go up the stairs, I overhear Sara complaining, "Look at him. How rude? Look at how antisocial he is?"
Jessica responds, "He is not a big fan of cleaning anything. You should dump him. It is the best thing for him."
Going back to my room, I turn on the computer to pay a credit card bill online and take a glimpse of my fictional story. I login to pay the credit card balance for clothes bought at a store before Sara left to Mexico. I did this for my parents when I lived at their house. After paying the bill, I click on the word processor. When I do, someone knocks on the door.
It is Jessica telling me to go downstairs because Sara has to talk to me. I leave the room to go downstairs. Sara waits for me in the dining room with a large chicken, rice, and spaghetti. Now, I remember why I feel so down besides knowing that Sara will dump me. There is no food in my stomach for many hours. I need the food's calories to pick me up. Now, Sara doesn't look so angry with me.
"Jimmy, aren't you going to eat today?" Sara observes me sit down and eat.
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