Am I nothing?

For years I had been trying to “find myself”. I didn’t know how or when I had gotten myself lost, or if I was even lost at all. What I did know what that, for as long as I could remember, I felt empty. What’s interesting with feeling empty is the nothingness to it all. I did nothing. I said nothing. I felt nothing. I meant nothing. Life moved on and I was alone in my isolated nothingness.

Don’t get me wrong, I existed in my life. I went to my job. I shared inside jokes with a few coworkers. I drank beers at happy hour. Yet, at the end of the day I was nothing. I occupied space in certain areas at certain moments. Deep down I wondered if my nothingness was all I would ever have. Is an empty shell of nothing all I will ever be? This nothingness was my fate until, one day something happened. I received a postcard. On the front were printed the words “You are NOT nothing.” The back contained a marking that appeared as though lips donned with bright red coloring had pressed themselves against the card stock. Below the lips the card contained a date, a time, and an address. This is where my story begins.

February 27, 2022

837 E Eden St

9:25 PM

It was two days away. This was a joke, right? Was Jake in sales finally going to deliver on the “playground” bully persona he’d been perfecting since elementary school? Or could it be the real thing? I wasn’t going to be busy and I was curious as to what this mystery could possibly be. To me it seemed as though there were two possible outcomes. One, I could could show up and be horrifically murdered. Two, it might be some weird timeshare presentation. I was bored and broke so it didn’t seem like I had much to lose with either option. With that, the decision was made. For two days I waited and did nothing. The evening of February 27 was surprisingly warm. I arrived at the address on my postcard at 9:20 and sat in front of a large, plantation style home. The street was empty, as it seemed was the house. Good joke, Jake.

But what if? What if it’s not a joke? What if it’s not even a timeshare presentation? I felt something. That was new. That “something” told me to get out of the car and walk to the door. I obeyed. Feeling my breath quicken and my pulse thumping in my ears, I reached out and rang the doorbell. To my right a voice came from the electronic mechanism housing the doorbell button I had just pressed. “Close your eyes” whispered the smoky voice of a female. I closed my eyes. “Do not move” commanded the voice. I became a statue. Seconds later I felt slight movement coming from the door. Aside from my increasingly heavy breath, there was silence. I felt fingertips caressing my air, winding their way across the top of my head, fingernails scraping down to my neck. A soft cloth was placed over my eyes and tightly secured behind my head. A voice spoke inches away from my left ear.

“Welcome, Noble Man” whispered the voice followed by a soft kiss on my surprised lips.

Two sets of hands led me into the house. One pair of hands held mine firmly. The other went to work quickly removing my clothes. First my shoes and socks, then my grey button-up shirt, my belt, my slacks and finally my briefs. I tried to speak… To ask what was going on, but my lips were again covered with a sweet, soft kiss. The hands that had been holding my own now found themselves soaring across my chest. A thumb and forefinger swirled small circles against each hardening nipple. A pinch. A squeeze. Then lower. Lower past my stomach and lower still to my increasingly attentive erection. “Follow” whispered the voice into my ear as a hand grasped the full length of my hardness and pulled me deeper into the room. “Lay” commanded the voice as I was directed to what I imagine it feels like to sleep on a cloud. The surface was unbelievably soft and remarkably cool on my exposed skin. The voice spoke again, “You are NOT nothing.” The grip around my erection was now softening and stroking. “You are NOT nothing,” repeated the voice as the stroking increased. “Mmmmmmm… You are NOT nothing” the voice became breathier. “You.” Stroking me faster now. “Are.” Faster. “Not.” I could feel the approaching orgasm. “Fucking nothing.” Behind my blindfold, the room seemed to spin as the stroking intensified. I sank deeper and deeper into my own pleasure. Grunts and growls escaped from my mouth. My breath kept time at a sprinter’s pace. Closer. I became harder. I became stronger. I became louder. I became.

“Cum” commanded the voice. My release in that moment was spectacular. Waves of bliss cascaded across my singed flesh. A primal scream erupted from the depths of me. Piles of thick, warm liquid coated my stomach and chest. Disoriented, I gasped to catch my breath. Where was I? What just happened? Why can’t I see? As the reality of my present came back to me, I felt a tongue tracing trails against my stomach. The remnants of my pleasure were being lapped up like honey. I was being cleansed. Reborn. Transformed… into what?

That was yet to be seen.

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