Contemplating suicide (PM to join)

[Finadien]

OOC: I'm a fan of the works of Neil Gaiman, especially the Sandman comics and American Gods and anybody who read those basically knows what I'm expecting. For anybody else here is a rough layout:

The setting is the modern world exactly as it is but underneath that all is a hidden truth. A different (true?) reality where gods walk the earth in disguise and concepts like dream or destiny take human form. If you don't know Gaimans work that's not a problem, just follow a basic idea and always remember that the other "real" world out there still exists, so nothing to strange or powerfull.

I would like a PM from anybody who wants to join. For now I would like one or two female writers to get my character started but if you have a great idea for a male character feel free to PM me as well.


My character:
Steven Hartman
6'1"
dark brown hair, medium length
grey eyes
normal build
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She had left him.

That was the only thought that could enter his mind, even thought he had desperately tried to numb it with an amount of whiskey that normally would have dropped him two hours ago. Unfortunately he felt extraordinarily sober which he couldn't understand.

She had left him.

Not because he had hit her. Oh, he had hit her, once, when he had come home from work, stressed out and she had screamed at him for getting the carpet dirty she had just cleaned. But he had apologized right away and she as well for screaming at him, but that was not the reason she had left him.

She had left him because he had lost his job. It hadn't been such a great job but they had been dependent on it since her job as a waitress wasn't getting them enough to pay for the apartment they had moved to. She had left him, kicked him out and now he didn't know what to do anymore. In just 4 hours his life had gone to hell.

Didn't she love him?

Apparently not and he couldn't understand how he could have misjudged her so. He had been sure that he had loved her and she loved him but as sson as she heard that he was fired she had thrown him out, with all his scarce belongings.

Now he sat here, still in the suite he normally wore for work, the top button of his shirt open and the tie loosened a bit. His dark brown hair unruly on his head and the first signs of stubbles showing (how could that be, he had shaved not so long ago).

For the last hour he had tried to get drunk in a bar he never had visited before. If he thought about it this bar had to be pretty close to their..her place, he corrected himself and today was the first time he had seen it.

His life was over. This was something he realized as soon as she had thrown the suitcase with his stuff after him. He had no place to stay, no money (why didn't he take his credit cards with him?) and no reason to continue living.

It had all been so easy. He hard worked to earn the money and she had managed everything for him. His life had been good, but now? Perhaps he should have paid more attention what had happened to his money, but it had been so easy....

He ordered another whiskey and hoped that this glass full of amber liquid would finally bring him one step closer to oblivion. He needed to be really drunk to do what he had planed to do.

He wanted to kill himself to stop this misery called life.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

I walked into a bar where they knew me. I liked to pick up guys and take them home for a price, and this way I could choose my partners, pay no taxes, and live pretty well.

I sat on the stool next to a guy staring into his drink. The bartender knew what I wanted and served me and the guy looked at me as no words had been spoken.

I offerred my glass to clink with him, and he started to sob.

"Hi. I'm Joyce. Is there anything wrong? can I do anything to help?"

 

[Finadien]

He felt more then he saw the women sitting beside him and then the bartender walked to her and poured her a drink without talking to her at all. He looked up as this seemed a little strange to him and saw a rather striking woman. She was about 5'6" had a nice body and long brown hair. He couldn't quite place her age because she had an agelessness about her but he was sure that she was older then him.

She saw that he watched her and raised her glass so they could clink glasses and another wave of sadness overcame him, he started to sob even though he tried to stifle it.

The she asked him if she could help him, if anything was wrong and his first impulse was to just look away. Her deep brown eyes kept him from doing that. Somehow they had caught his gaze and now he was beginning to stare like a rabbit in front of a snake.

He swallowed his sob raised his glass and touched it softly to hers. The fact that after his 5 whiskey he still had to motor control to not spill any of his or her drink was something that made him a little afraid but he shrugged his shoulders and finally answered her.

"I don't think you can help me," he said, his voice as clear as if all the whiskey had been water, "you see, you can't give me my life back."

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

"Aw c'mon. Life isnt that bad. I'm a good listener. Want to talk about it? Lets just go over to a table there in the corner"

I took his hand and tugged it lightly and he almost fell off the stool, but I helped him along. He looked like a live one, and he would be an easy mark after all that booze, and I'd bet he couldnt even get it up.

 

[Finadien]

She dragged him from his barstool and he nearly fell off. It was not because he was drunk it was because he hadn't moved his legs for about 2 hours and feeling was only returning slowly.

She apparently really wanted to talk to him but he guessed some other purpose as well but he couldn't imagine what that would be. But since she seemed really interested somehow he followed her to the table, only swaying slightly as the feeling returned to his legs.

He slowly sat down beside her and looked her up and down. The clothes she was wearing suggested something and he realized that he liked what they suggested even thought he still was mourning a relationship that he thought would last forever.

He slowly began to recount his tale.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

Once tio the table he began to tell me his troubles. First that he had lost his job. He didnt tell me anything about it- even where he worked or what he had been doing or why he was let go, but the crusis arose because his girlfriend had dumped him.

He assumed it was because without a job he wouldnt have the money to keep up his end of the bargain financially. So much for the "live one". I wouldnt make any money off him, but I had my drink and kept listening.

Then when he said she had kicked him out of their apartment, he was homeless. I took pity on that, because living in a car didnt do well for going to job interviews.

I finished my drink and as he asked if I wanted another, I thought that was unnecessary, and stood up, leading him out the door passing the bar, and hollering to the bartender to add whatever he owed to my tab, and we went out the door.

It was walking distance to my place, but we drove in his car full of whatever he was able to salvage from his living arrangement. We parked and I led him inside and up to my place

I had plenty of room and told him he was welcome to stay here until he found someplace to go. I showed him around my two bedroom unit, with the small bedroom used to store stuff out of the way, but it had a small single bed and dresser along with my computer table and a file cabinet

Nothiung was said or asked about how I could afford such a nice place, but back in the living room I poured him another drink which ne didnt need, and he talked some more about his troubles.

 

[Finadien]

He would never drive when he was drunk but since he wasn't drunk he drove both of them to her place.

Why was she doing this? He was a total stranger to her and she apparently had some money judging from the way she lived. He couldn't imagine why she would help him and frankly he didn't care. Some minutes ago he was about to commit sucide so he had nothing to loose.

She showed him her apartment and after he put his duffel bag on the bed she had assigned him they continued to talk about him mostly and his troubles.

After a while he stopped talking and looked at her. She listened to him, she seemed not bored and she wanted to help him. What was wrong here?

He shook his head and got up.

"Excuse me, but I think I need a shower before I go to bed, is that possible?"

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

"Sure. C'mon and I'll show you the bathroom." I had my own bath off the master bedroom, but there was one off the hallway, and once inside the bathroom, I got out a towel from the cupboard and turned to him and started to help him out of his jacket and necktie.I reached over and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Telling him I would run his clothes through the washer, he went to his duffle and while he was gone, I decided What the hell. I needed a shower too, so I undressed down to my panties and bra, and when he returned with an armload of clothes, he just stood there and stared at me.

"Underwear too", I said.

I took the pile and went to the washer and removed my own undies and tossed it all in the washer and started it. Naked I returned to the bathroom, entered through the closed door, and stepped into the tub enclosure and joined him.

With a smile I said with the washer running we needed to conserve water, as I took the soap and washcloth and started scrubbing him.

 

[Finadien]

He primarily stared all the time it took her to tell him what to do and to undress herself. He couldn't believe what was happening, was she really hitting on him? He guessed that the alcohol did have some effects on his mind and so he entered the shower thinking her gone and he leaned against the wall, letting the hot water run over his back and thinking the events of the day through.

He still wasn't sure what to do with his life. He didn't have a job and he knew that he couldn't stay here for long. Joyce soon would get sick of him and throw him out as well so perhaps it was best to continue with his plan and simply jump down a high bridge or something like that.

He was still lost in thought when the door of the shower opened and Joyce entered and closed the door behind her again. She told something about conserving water but he knew that this was not true. He didn't mind her company though and so he tried to relax as she started to scrub his back. One part of him did the opposite of relaxing, but he still waited didn't yet ready to make the next move himself.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

washed my way down his back, down to his hips. Then I told him to bend over and spread his legs.

I washed his ass, first with the cloth and then with my finger, and with a little bit of soap, circled his anus and then plunged my finger inside him. He yelped a little and then relaxed and spread even further, letting me examine his prostate the way men told me their doctor did,

I needed a shampoo anyway so I went to my knees and with the warm water cascading down over him and onto me and getting my hair wet and stringy, I kissed each asscheek and then spread them with my thumbs and licked his asshole.

I heard huim hum ad utter sounds of enjoyment until I rose and on my tiptoes, kissed the back of his neck and asked if he liked that.

When he turned and saw me looking like a drowned rat, I smiled and asked if he still thought life was so bad.

 

[Finadien]

As she started to wash him he stiffed at first but then he relaxed and let it simply happen. He followed her commands to spread his legs and then she did something he hadn't done to him before. The invasion of his ass felt strange at first but he thought why not try something new before you jump of a bridge.

He felt his cock getting real hard and he was turned on almost immediately. She took a while to stimulate his ass, licking and kissing it and then she stood up again, kissing his neck.

He turned around, which made his stiff cock brush against her hip, looked at her and forced a smile on his face.

"Yes, I liked that," he answerd, "and if life was only about sex it really wouldn't be so bad."

He let his hands wander over her arms, moving slowly down and bending forward to share a deep and passionate kiss with her.

"Not to bad at all." he murmured while his hands moved to her ass, lifting her up slowly so that his cock pressed against her pussy but without entering her.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

What a nice kiss. His hard cock was up against me, and in between my legs but not in me.

He rubbed it in and out against me and it felt too good to pass up. I reched over and turned off the water, and led him out of the shower. On my knees I took the towel and started to dry his legs, working my way up to a magnificent cock and could hardly believe his girlfriend had thrown that out with the bathwater. Of course now it was in me, in my mouth as I sucked and slurped and told him I had a nice warm place for it

We finished drying and I led him into my bedroom, pulled back the covers and climbed in bed with him.

As he mounted me and entered me, I squeezed down on him with my pussy muscles and again asked if thus was worth giving up.

 

[Finadien]

He kissed her to stop her from asking questions and thrust into her in a steady rhythm, his hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The sex with his girlfriend had been good but much to infrequent and was nothing compared to this woman. Somehow she seemed radiate an erotic energy that had caught him by surprise and now he was riding on a wave of it into bliss.

His movements where steady and strong. He broke their kiss and looked down on her with a smile on his face, trying to guess her feelings.

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

It was really a very nice fuck. Aftrer he came he rolled off and we kissed and snuggled, and I said "I'm sure you are wondering where I'm coming from"

"I'm old enough to be your mother. I am 42, been married and have two kids about your age, now bioth in college. When they are home they line with their father. Early in the marriage when they were blittle, my husband urged me to get into swinging. I was shocked but went along to pIeas him".

As it turned out, I got laid a lot more than he did and he resented it. We fought and ended up in a divorce."

"I became a prostitute. I cant get enoiugh cock. That bar we were in is mine. I own it and pick up guys I like and bring them home. I get a thousand for a night here in my bed, but you are a freebie just for fun. Whenever I dont have a client, you are welcome to join me, but you have to stay out of the way when I entertain. OK?"