I wrote this hoping to get a female role player to play along, so of course it is unfinished.
I haven't had any responses and I'm not sure why. Context? Style?
Let me know what ya think.
Ohhh,,,,that first stretch of the morning, almost painful because it's so intense. What a beautiful sunny morning, as are most mornings in Texas. "What's up buddy?" my Rottweiler "Adolf" gives me a loving lick across my face, then returns quickly to his rightful place,,,,curled up right next to me in my king size bed. That's his side of the bed, it's only a problem when I bring women home, a problem for the woman that is. You aren't going to stay the night at my house anyway, I'd rather fuck your brains out on the couch and send you on your way.
I sit up on the bed, planting my feet firmly on the hardwood floor,,,,,"what a fucking mess," I look around my room in disgust, it's not "gross and dirty," it's just cluttered. Dirty, mixed with clean clothes, along with boxes that I haven't unpacked yet, take up all of the floor space in my room, except for a sliver of a walkway to one side of the bed,,,,just enough for Adolf and I to climb in. I moved into this house a month ago and haven't even begun to unpack, I need to hire a maid.
First things first,,,,,,,take a leak, which is hard to do with morning wood. I slide my sweat pants down far enough for all nine inches of my cock to free itself. "concentrate,,,,,,,concentrate." I"m focused,,,,,it's taken years to perfect the art of urinating with an erection,,,,but I've got it. I "pop' my sweat pants up onto my waste line, flush the toilet and turn to the sink to wash my hands.
The mirror is conveniently located right in front of the bathroom sink,,,,so while I'm scrubbing, I take the time to admire myself,,,,,I'm handsome if i don't say so myself. My tribal tattoo, which extends across the top of my back, over my shoulders to my chest and down to the elbow of each arm, is a true work of art, my tattoo artist did a great job.
I'm glad I remembered to program the coffee maker to brew this morning, nothing like waking up to the smell of a fresh pot. I grab my favorite coffee mug, give it a quick rinse and poor myself a cup.
I take my cup of joe and grab my cell phone, three new voice mails. "Hey sweetie, it's your mom. I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday.
I can't believe my baby is 26 years old. Call me when you can, I love you." Message deleted, I will call her later. "Hey Mike, it's Randy from Performance.." the sound of another familiar voice in the second message. "I was just wondering if you want to start a new job with me tomorrow at the Valero plant. Let me know. Bye." "Hmmmm." sounds good I thought, but I sure would like to take a few days off and get some things done around the house, after all I had just finished a month straight of working twelve hours a day for seven days a week. I wasn't short of money, that's for sure. That's the life of a pipefitter I guess. On to the third message "This message is for Lieutenant Ward",,,,,,,delete. Probably asking me to serve another tour,,,,,,I don't think so. I've already served two tours in Afghanistan.
I walked over to the bay window in the living room,,,,,,"swoosh",,,,the sound of the floor length drapes as I opened them up,,,,,,they're the ugliest things,,,,I need to get rid of em. They were left here by the previous homeowner.
Staring out the window and sipping lightly on my steaming cup of coffee, I noticed the front door open at the house across the street open. Out walks this beautiful brunette. I'm guessing she was in her mid forties, tan and well built. She wore a short, mid thigh length, white bath robe, which was a sexy contrast to her bronze skin color.
She walked down her driveway to get the morning news paper. As she bends over to reach for the rolled up paper, she noticed me in the window staring at her. She paused briefly, as if she was trying to figure out what I was looking at. I didn't care, I'm not shy.
She acted as if she disregarded my stare and turned around and headed back towards the door. Just before she entered the doorway, she glanced back to see if I was still watching her, that's when she flashed me a little smile. That was all I needed,,,,,I want to fuck her.
Although I've never met her, or any of my new neighbors for that matter, Ive noticed that there are often two vehicles in her driveway, this morning there is only one, a Mercedes SUV. The other is an F150. It's safe to assume that she's married and that is her husbands truck.
I bet I will end up fucking her,,,,probably numerous times.
I haven't had any responses and I'm not sure why. Context? Style?
Let me know what ya think.
Ohhh,,,,that first stretch of the morning, almost painful because it's so intense. What a beautiful sunny morning, as are most mornings in Texas. "What's up buddy?" my Rottweiler "Adolf" gives me a loving lick across my face, then returns quickly to his rightful place,,,,curled up right next to me in my king size bed. That's his side of the bed, it's only a problem when I bring women home, a problem for the woman that is. You aren't going to stay the night at my house anyway, I'd rather fuck your brains out on the couch and send you on your way.
I sit up on the bed, planting my feet firmly on the hardwood floor,,,,,"what a fucking mess," I look around my room in disgust, it's not "gross and dirty," it's just cluttered. Dirty, mixed with clean clothes, along with boxes that I haven't unpacked yet, take up all of the floor space in my room, except for a sliver of a walkway to one side of the bed,,,,just enough for Adolf and I to climb in. I moved into this house a month ago and haven't even begun to unpack, I need to hire a maid.
First things first,,,,,,,take a leak, which is hard to do with morning wood. I slide my sweat pants down far enough for all nine inches of my cock to free itself. "concentrate,,,,,,,concentrate." I"m focused,,,,,it's taken years to perfect the art of urinating with an erection,,,,but I've got it. I "pop' my sweat pants up onto my waste line, flush the toilet and turn to the sink to wash my hands.
The mirror is conveniently located right in front of the bathroom sink,,,,so while I'm scrubbing, I take the time to admire myself,,,,,I'm handsome if i don't say so myself. My tribal tattoo, which extends across the top of my back, over my shoulders to my chest and down to the elbow of each arm, is a true work of art, my tattoo artist did a great job.
I'm glad I remembered to program the coffee maker to brew this morning, nothing like waking up to the smell of a fresh pot. I grab my favorite coffee mug, give it a quick rinse and poor myself a cup.
I take my cup of joe and grab my cell phone, three new voice mails. "Hey sweetie, it's your mom. I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday.
I can't believe my baby is 26 years old. Call me when you can, I love you." Message deleted, I will call her later. "Hey Mike, it's Randy from Performance.." the sound of another familiar voice in the second message. "I was just wondering if you want to start a new job with me tomorrow at the Valero plant. Let me know. Bye." "Hmmmm." sounds good I thought, but I sure would like to take a few days off and get some things done around the house, after all I had just finished a month straight of working twelve hours a day for seven days a week. I wasn't short of money, that's for sure. That's the life of a pipefitter I guess. On to the third message "This message is for Lieutenant Ward",,,,,,,delete. Probably asking me to serve another tour,,,,,,I don't think so. I've already served two tours in Afghanistan.
I walked over to the bay window in the living room,,,,,,"swoosh",,,,the sound of the floor length drapes as I opened them up,,,,,,they're the ugliest things,,,,I need to get rid of em. They were left here by the previous homeowner.
Staring out the window and sipping lightly on my steaming cup of coffee, I noticed the front door open at the house across the street open. Out walks this beautiful brunette. I'm guessing she was in her mid forties, tan and well built. She wore a short, mid thigh length, white bath robe, which was a sexy contrast to her bronze skin color.
She walked down her driveway to get the morning news paper. As she bends over to reach for the rolled up paper, she noticed me in the window staring at her. She paused briefly, as if she was trying to figure out what I was looking at. I didn't care, I'm not shy.
She acted as if she disregarded my stare and turned around and headed back towards the door. Just before she entered the doorway, she glanced back to see if I was still watching her, that's when she flashed me a little smile. That was all I needed,,,,,I want to fuck her.
Although I've never met her, or any of my new neighbors for that matter, Ive noticed that there are often two vehicles in her driveway, this morning there is only one, a Mercedes SUV. The other is an F150. It's safe to assume that she's married and that is her husbands truck.
I bet I will end up fucking her,,,,probably numerous times.