I didn’t write this weekend. Instead I fucked an aborigine. The backs of her hands were burned. Giant nipples. Weird stuttered demarcation between regular and areola skin. A calico mole or meta-nipple coming off the top of one regular nipple. So much going on. Full untrimmed pussy but not too hairy. Not too tight either. IUD scratching my tip. Blasting in her with her on her stomach. As soon as I turned her over, felt her all squishy at that angle, I wanted to cum instantly. I did.
That morning I went to Koreatown and got jerked off by a 50 year old hooker with laryngitis. It from karaoke, she said. I’d been going insane. Thought if I didn’t get touched I’d commit murder suicide. It worked. She had what felt like a bench press callus. I heard an old Chinese man and woman laughing outside. Stereo playing an electric piano version of The Eagles’ “Desperado.” As I came in her eye it ended on a weird jazz chord. The guy who arranges solo piano soft rock tunes for Asian handjob places made a compositional choice. It made you reinterpret the whole song.
I met her at the duck pond. Asked her to demonstrate her healing crystals on my belly. She didn’t seem into it but when we got to the lily pads it was clear. I went for the makeout. Mexicans yelled “get a room.” This has happened to me every Sunday for at least a hundred years.
Jesus Christ who cares– I can’t write this shit even one more time. Writing to leave out parts I wouldn’t want her to read. She was [REDACTED]. She was – she was– [REDACTED], like a child. She believed in healing crystals. She had a nice pussy. It looked like she was wearing a supportive bra but she wasn’t. She just had firm tits. I’m getting hard thinking about them now. This means I’ll see her again. She was a fucking aborigine— it was like fucking a museum diorama. Early man in Far Cry Primal. She was [REDACTED]. She’s from [REDACTED] but she’d been to Australia. The other aborigines hated her. They hate everybody. Wouldn’t you. They threatened her if she stayed in town. They’re legally barred from alcohol, tobacco and pornography.
I feel bad typing this. She’s a nice person with a good life. And I loved launching a quart of cum into her upturned 20 year old ass. Loved it, and if she could ring my doorbell. Come in. Bend over. Take my ocean of premature ejaculate then leave while I smeared her cunt smell into my Xbox controller playing Far Cry Primal. She resembles the herb gathering character who strings her hut with enemies’ ears. If that could happen I’d take it. But I don’t want to to talk about crystals.
Afterward she stroked my back and I palmed her ass. The day after new pussy. I feel good. This may be how a normal person feels. I’m not an ugly cowering mutant. I won’t get fired. If I do, I’m re-employable. I’m progressing in Far Cry Primal. Enjoying my leftover chicken. Joy so rare but in my bones I know every hidden spring.