And again the 5 o’clock mobile phone alarm clock fucked me out of my sleep well before my natural rest time. It was Monday and the beginning of another desolate gauntlet of the work week in the office and daily routines began. The old woman next to me hadn’t elicited a wet grin from my cock for a long time. Since the birth of our daughter, a good six years ago, her physical condition has been rapidly falling and I should have considered her increasing body weight when I ordered the new box spring bed! Shit just happens …
Everything that enabled me to move this thoroughly unmotivated body on this and actually every morning was the thought of finally getting away from here, the “constructive” conversations with my work colleagues, as well as the pictures of our 18 Year-old trainees. Elisa was more of a country girl and her bust size was rather inconspicuous, but the beautiful ass given her by God blew up any imagination that was still too blooming. With every inconspicuous look at this flesh pressed into skin-tight jeans, the archive of images in my head grew by a file capable of masturbating. But more on that later …
Dazed from sleep, I stumbled over to the bathroom to start my morning routine with what was probably the easiest one for the whole day. My intestines, filled to the last centimeter, pressed the long-digested meals of the last few days with increasing pressure towards the exit. With a thousand times tug on my boxer shorts, I exposed the currently very well-groomed and close-cropped tail of a man in his 30s. With practiced precision I sat on my own throne of relief and let nature take its course.
A good twenty minutes later and what felt like an anal defloration continued, the stomach-tightening emptiness and determined my gastrointestinal tract and I was ready for the beauty critique of myself after the once again restless sleep development. A loss of the long lasting and crumbling ass cheeks Fart into the porcelain instilled in me the respect that a man has for himself and have an understanding of the reverberating vibrations for a little message, about an easy fate of level 4 on the Richter scale, in the possible radio station. Today’s news is no longer what it used to be … fake news and such …
I got rid of the last, crumbly remains of my backside and the constant, all visible, constant defecation with a salute on the journey into the far-reaching darkness of the drainage pipes. That the pent-up stench, my lungs with every breath, a lovely cough entry are only a side note of this story!
The fault of a boxer shorts hanging in my contacts experienced the same sporty moment on these days with a quick personal high 3 point throw in the laundry basket.
My and the inside of my thighs clapping pendants, concerning the tired life that these two unnamed testicles were ready to live at this moment. I got under the shower and the warm shiver embraced my skin like a long missed, loving hug. As much as I liked to have lost this pleasure in length, this routine, the sense and purpose of work, not to stink and not the desire for the desired form of affection for this unloved body came true. With the loss of dirt and control, the loss of rights. With this cleanliness procedure, my hair, which has only been shorn short, is the easiest part of this morning cleansing.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kcvp55/my_fucked_up_life_story_beginning