I sat there as Josh, my closet friend, smiled at me as he had proven my ex Samantha Reid had an adult account using the handle *IttyBittyPerkyDoll* under the assumed name of Helena, her fucking middle name.
I looked at Josh as Sam spoke on the TV thanking people for joining her live show, “Fine it’s her. You win.”
Josh shrugged, “Eh it’s more of a bitter win.”
He walked up to me and sat down as he put his hand on my shoulder, “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news bud.”
I sighed as we heard Sam continue thanking user’s join the live show, “It’s alright,” I looked at Josh, “Thanks for proving it to me.”
Josh rose his eyebrow, “Your welcome,” he smirked, “stubborn ass.”
We both laughed as we both sipped on the expensive liquor.
He looked at the TV, “Well I guess we can watch something else.”
I quickly spoke, “NO!!!”
Josh froze looking at me quizzically as I felt my face get hot, “I kind of want to watch and see what she does.”
Josh rose his eyebrow at me for a moment before shrugging at me, “Your funeral Bud.”
He picked up the bottle as he looked at it, “You done with the church offer?”
I looked at him before looking at my glass feeling the effects of the alcohol but for what was about to happen I needed more to deal with it.
I held my glass to him, “**Top** me off then I’ll be done.”
Josh lightly chuckled but still poured the expensive liquid in my glass until my glass was completely full.
Then he stood up, “Now if you shall excuse me I’m gonna use the remains in one of my brews happening in the garage. It’ll be the perfect infusion to bring out the flavors that are already cooking.”
He walked over to the door and stopped, “I might be a while to make sure the infusion sticks. Don’t let me catch you with your dick in your hand when I get back.”
I grunted, “No promises.”
He chuckled, “See you in a bit *Spanky*.”
And he walked through the door leaving me alone to watch *IttyBittyPerkyDoll* continue thanking users jump onto her live show until about a thousand user’s had joined the **show** before she started.
For the next hour or so I watched Sam masturbate for her viewer’s as she used a small range of toys ranging from a small metal vibrator to a small little dildo as she thanked her users for continuing to *donate* to her show. The more they donated the more obliged she was to fulfilling their requests.
I sat there watching sipping the whiskey in my glass as I tried to ignore that this show was making my dick painfully hard.
The only thing keeping me from unzipping and masturbating with Sam on the TV was I didn’t want to give Sam the satisfaction in my mind that she still turned me on.
And I didn’t want Josh to walk in with my dick in my hand and have to admit to Josh that Sam still had a hold of me.
When the **show** was over Sam had a little over 5,000 followers watching her and I had the biggest raging hard on that I had ever experienced that I was sure I could use to pick ice for hours without the cold affecting the rigor mortis in my dick as it pulsed almost painfully.
Josh *finally* showed back up after the show was officially over as he spoke, “Get any *closure* there *Spanky*?”
I looked at his smug face and smirked as I slurred, “So’y to ds’point ya bu’ I’m s’ll tent’n it.”
He looked at me for a moment as he translated my drunkenese before he chuckled as he spoke, “You sure you and your whiskey dick are good to go home?”
I looked at him ready to prove that I was alright as I stood and immediately the room tilted as seven Josh’s *materialized* in my vision as I stood.
I plopped down back in my seat with a resounding, “*No*,” which caused Josh to chuckle before he helped guide me to the couch and told me to take a nap to help sober me up after making me drink two glasses of water and a couple of aspirin.
After my *nap*, I was still drunk but I was seeing less ‘*Josh*’s’ with my mini slumber over. I decided it was time to go home and sleep in my own bed.
A taxi ride later I was back in my driveway carrying a 12 pack of Josh’s Home Brewed Stout that I bought with my mini showing and saw a van parked next to the curb along with a feminine form hunched next to my door obviously waiting for me. Though at the moment I thought there was a ‘*gang*’ of hunched women waiting for me, almost making me want to dive back into the taxi and tell the driver to take me anywhere BUT there.
I walked, semi stumbled, up to my doorway as the hunched form stood and spoke, “Kev?”
Hearing the voice I knew it was Sam.
Maybe I should have dove back into the taxi and gone somewhere else after all.
I grunted, “Yeah Sam itssss me.”
I made my way to the door as I looked at Sam, “Thought you high tailed it hoping I’d rot in hell.”
Sam spoke, “You can *still* rot in hell but all my places to crash have turned their backs on me.”
I inserted my key into the door, “Yeah doing what you did kind of pissed off all our mutual friends.”
Sam sighed as I opened the door to enter, ready to slam the door behind me so I can at least get *some* closure.
Sam spoke, “Kev.”
I looked back at her, “Let me guess ‘*one more night*’?”
Sam squinted at me, “You don’t have to be so mean about it,” but she looked away, “but yes please.”
I pointed to her van, “Why not there?”
Sam looked at me, “Come on Kev you really want me to freeze to death?”
I lightly imagined what Sam would look like as a popsicle but ultimately sighed as I slurred a little bit, “Com ‘n.”
I opened the door more letting Sam in before closing the door.
I pointed back to the couch, “There’s y’r bed,” and walked to the stairs as Sam spoke, “You sure you can make it up there Kev?”
I looked at her before walking up the stairs, “I’ll man’ge.”
Before I started up the steps….one sway at a time.
I nearly fell once on the fifth step….and the eleventh as I swayed for a moment before getting my balance back causing Sam to speak, “You sure Kev?”
I yelled out to her without looking, “YES I’M SURE!!!”
Before I could make another step I felt a little woozy and stood there for a second to get unwoozy as I gripped the rail for support. Obviously it was long enough for Sam to lay her hand on the small of my back with her standing next to me as she spoke softly, “Just let me help you Kev. Don’t want to see you fall and break your neck.”
I grumbled but still let her help me up the rest of the stairs which wasn’t many but the fall down would have been a lot against me.
I was about to thank Sam for helping me with the last remaining steps as we were now officially on the second floor of my house but Sam spoke softly, “Now let’s get you to your room.”
I sighed but remained silent as she helped me walk to my room in which I felt her stop as she exclaimed, “Wow! Big bed?”
I didn’t look back at her, “Yeah, I saw it in an article when I *was* bed shopping.” I made my way over to the special compartment that was a refrigerator/freezer as I opened the compartment and placed the 12 pack in it before shutting the lid.
I smiled at Sam, “There the beer is safe.”
Sam looked at me quizzically, “Alrighty then,” as she folded her arms and was leaning against the doorway.
I waved my hand at her, “I’m safe now you can go to your couch. Fly away little birdie.”
I saw Sam squint at me, “You don’t have to be so mean about it.”
I looked at her quizzically, “Coming from the girl who ran away *again* only to come back.”
Sam pointed at me, “*NOT* **MY** ***FAULT***!!!”
I rose my eyebrow at her, “You sure?”
Sam just stared at me with daggers before speaking, “Ok it is,” she pointed at me, “but it’s **YOUR** fault too.”
I looked at her quizzically, “How in the hell is it **MY** fault?”
She spoke confidently, “You didn’t follow me when you should have.”
I held open my arms showing my house I recently bought, “I have a LIFE here SAM!!! You KNOW where OUR Friends are!!!”
Sam moved into me, “A LIFE **I** Didn’t WANT when I had an OPPORTUNITY to be something else.”
I looked at her, “You mean the life you’re STILL chasing?”
She instantly shut up before she hissed out an insult, “*FUCK YOU*.”
I smiled a wolfish smile at her, “No thanks sweetheart don’t want to make your *fans* jealous.”
She squinted at me, “What fans?”
I leaned in, “You know….*IttyBittyPerkyDoll*.” I smirked at her, “*Helena*!”
Sam gasped and did something I was not expecting…..she smacked me across the face.
Then she followed the smack with an insult, “YOU PERVERT!!!”
*What the fuck?*
*Why am **I** getting slapped?*
I naturally spoke in defiance, “***I’M*** the pervert??? ***I’M*** not the one showing off **my** body for people to see!!!”
*SMACK*
She yelled at me, “SHUT UP!!!”
I looked at her, “NO!”
She *tried* swing again but this time I caught it as I said, “Stop **hitting** me!”
She hissed, “NO!”
And she *tried* to swing her free arm as I caught that one…barely.
I hissed at her, “You keep this up and I’ll make a *special* video for your followers to see.”
She yelled at me, “**DON’T**….**YOU**….**EVEN**….**DARE**!!!”
I leaned in smiling wolfishly, “YOU WANT TO BET?” as I still held her arms in place, “How does having you bent over my knee while your followers watch you get spanked into submission sound?”
I saw her start blushing….hard as she struggled to get her hands free from my grip as I continued, “Or *maybe* we should do a *training* session OFF CAMERA to make sure you’d enjoy it.”
I smiled at her coldly mere inches from her face, “I’d really hate to make a BAD video.”
Then Sam did something I wasn’t expecting….she stepped into me putting her foot behind mine and simply pushed making me lose my balance causing me to fall backwards…..unfortunately for her I didn’t let go of her wrists and she followed me down landing ON me as we both landed with a uniform **OOF!!**
Sam straddled me and tugged, “LET GO!!!”
I grunted, “So you can smack me again? No thanks!”
I twisted my body and at the same time pulling her wrists as we both rolled this time it was ME on top and her laying on her back as I pinned her arms on the ground as I huffed out and smiled down at her, “Much better!”
Sam blushed but yelled, “So what are you going to do NOW? RAPE ME!!!”
I leaned down and spoke vehemently, “And give you the satisfaction?” I shook my head, “Sorry deary I’ve not stupid.”
She grunted, “That’s not what **I’M** feeling.” She moved her hips in a way that seemed impossible but she was able to grind herself against me as she spoke, “**HE** wants to play.”
She was referring to raging hard on that had STOOD when this whole thing started.
I looked down to see my tent before addressing Sam, “Yeah well what **HE** wants and what **I** want are two separate things *Sam*.”
Before she could ask the obvious question I leaned in and continued, “And what **I** want is for YOU to leave my room!”
She looked at me, her eyes semi watering, “You want me to leave?”
I spoke, “My **ROOM**…YES. I didn’t say leave my house.”
She spoke, “*Oh!*” her eyes were beginning to water.
I sighed, “I’m **NOT** kicking you out Sam. Just OUT of my room. Ok?”
Sam nodded as she started sniffing trying to hold back her tears.
I spoke, “I’m going to LET GO of your wrists but you have to promise to NOT smack me again. Ok?”
Sam nodded as she softly spoke, “Yeah.”
I looked at her, “You Promise?”
She looked at me with watery eyes as she spoke clearly, “YES!”
I nodded as I let go of her wrists and began to get up and instead moved sitting on the bed.
Sam laid there for a minute before she rolled over to her side and then on all fours before getting up. She looked at me with tears in her eyes, “I’m sorry Kev.”
Then she started crying.
Well Shit……
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vzfb7s/old_flames_05_lust_quarrel_fiction_m29f28_con
!Updateme