Contributor: Phil Thomas Killman
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Her big bright eyes catch my attention from across the street. She's beautiful. Rays of the hot sun stream across her tan body. Every curve is formed with such sleek and sexy definition. I hurry inside and plant myself on my knees at the living room window. While I struggle to free my dick from my pants, I stare at her and imagine all the things I'd do to her. My eyes are fixated on her smooth body and I'm dreaming of how it would feel against me. Tugging on myself vigorously I think of having her from behind. As I orgasm, I form a seal around the tip of my cock with my free hand to catch the come.
I wash my hands in the bathroom sink pressing the lemon scented soap into them deep, as if I am able to wash the shame of what I've just done down the drain along with my ejaculate. Not my shame, but societies' shame. The shame that has been forced into my brain through years of being told by the media, and government what is “normal”. I don't care about being normal. I care about being me and doing what makes sense to me, not others. This is just too hard in such a judging world so I keep my thoughts and fantasies to myself. As I finish up drying off my hands, there is a knock at the door. I walk out of the bathroom and through the living room, fixing the curtain on my way. Opening the door I see my neighbor from across the street.
"Hey, how's it going neighbor? He asks as he prepares his hand for a shake."
"Not too bad. What can I do for you?" I grasp his hand and wonder if antibacterial hand soap works well enough that I haven't just given him a handful of DNA.
"Well, I kind of have a favor to ask. The wife and I are heading out of town for the night, and I completely forgot about it being my night to do rounds for the neighborhood watch. I was wondering if you could cover for me tonight and I'll do yours tomorrow."
"I don't have any plans so that would be fine. Will the dogs be fine or do you need someone to check on them as well? I ask."
"My daughter will be home. She just got her license. I figure if she is old enough to drive then she can probably handle a night of dog sitting," he says.
"I thought I saw a new car in the drive."
"Yes sir. We just picked it up today. He turns in the direction of his house to look at the new car."
I look across the street. There she is again. Just in front of my neighbors' house. She's beautiful.
"Nice car."
"Got it for a steal really. The mileage is relatively low and the interior is in great condition."
I can't keep my eyes off of her.
"It definitely looks in good shape."
"Yeah, it's only had one owner and it was an older lady that pretty much just used it to get to the market and back."
I'd like to take her to the market and back.
I break my gaze as he turns back around.
"Well, I am glad to hear you got such a good deal. Have a nice night out with the wife"
I have to have her. The thought is becoming obsessive; it refuses to leave my head. I could have her. Tonight is perfect, she is unprotected. My biggest hurdle would be the dogs, but they know me well enough not to make too much ruckus.
It's 11 o'clock, time to go out for the neighborhood watch. I grab my flashlight and head out the front door. I'm not doing my rounds tonight. I am doing what I need to do to get rid of this feeling. I will have her tonight. The anxiety hits as I step onto the neighbors porch. My heart is racing and I'm starting to sweat, but I am not turning back. I root around the plant where I know the spare key is hidden and use the key to enter the front door. Being as quiet as possible I make my way through the living room, sneaking past the sleeping dogs undetected, and to the door at the end of a small hallway.
Behind this door is the one I wake up and think about every morning and fall asleep fantasizing about every night. Now all there is between us is a piece of wood. I grab the handle and pull up on it and towards me so the door won't creak as it swings open. A concentrated ray of light from the hallway cuts her in half as it enters the room through the open door. I stand and stare at her a moment. She is so still, so peaceful. I love everything about her. And now it's just the two of us, alone. Alone to share a night that I have been waiting so long for.
I shut the garage door behind me and turn the light on. Then I walk over to her and run my fingertips lightly across her cold steel frame. While gently kissing her, my lips make their way across her hood and back to the driver's side mirror. When I am close enough, I reach to test the door handle. She is unlocked. I climb inside of her gliding across the smooth leather and see the key in the ignition. Could this get any better? The girls’ room is across the house. She'll never hear the purr of the engine from that distance. Turning the key I feel her start to vibrate underneath me. I slide my zipper down and pull myself out. Staring at her beautiful interior I spit in my hand and stroke my dick making it erect. I lean the driver seat all the way back until it is lying flat and roll over so I am belly down on the seat. Then, I use my spit to wet the space between the bottom of the seat and the back before I slide my cock between the two parts. She is so tight. Thrusting myself deep into her gives me goose bumps. Climbing back out of her I make my way towards the trunk feeling her perfect body along the way. I spit on her back bumper and start rubbing myself against the beautiful glossy paint. Grasping the rear end tight on both sides I rock her so that she will slide back and forth against me. I can feel myself nearing orgasm. I start rocking her harder and harder to bring myself closer to climax. As I start to exert more force I realize that I should have cracked the garage door before starting her up, but I am so close. I go harder so that I can finish because I am becoming dizzy. The lack of oxygen is scary and enjoyable at the same time. Everything looks brighter. I wouldn't change a thing about this moment... besides the pain in my chest. I go harder still pushing myself into her as firmly as I can. I blow my load and vomit synchronically as a calming darkness takes over me.
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My writing style is highly influenced by Irvine Welsh, Hunter S. Thompson, and Charles Bukowski. The short stories that I write are imaginative and explore the minds of people with unique lifestyles.
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Her big bright eyes catch my attention from across the street. She's beautiful. Rays of the hot sun stream across her tan body. Every curve is formed with such sleek and sexy definition. I hurry inside and plant myself on my knees at the living room window. While I struggle to free my dick from my pants, I stare at her and imagine all the things I'd do to her. My eyes are fixated on her smooth body and I'm dreaming of how it would feel against me. Tugging on myself vigorously I think of having her from behind. As I orgasm, I form a seal around the tip of my cock with my free hand to catch the come.
I wash my hands in the bathroom sink pressing the lemon scented soap into them deep, as if I am able to wash the shame of what I've just done down the drain along with my ejaculate. Not my shame, but societies' shame. The shame that has been forced into my brain through years of being told by the media, and government what is “normal”. I don't care about being normal. I care about being me and doing what makes sense to me, not others. This is just too hard in such a judging world so I keep my thoughts and fantasies to myself. As I finish up drying off my hands, there is a knock at the door. I walk out of the bathroom and through the living room, fixing the curtain on my way. Opening the door I see my neighbor from across the street.
"Hey, how's it going neighbor? He asks as he prepares his hand for a shake."
"Not too bad. What can I do for you?" I grasp his hand and wonder if antibacterial hand soap works well enough that I haven't just given him a handful of DNA.
"Well, I kind of have a favor to ask. The wife and I are heading out of town for the night, and I completely forgot about it being my night to do rounds for the neighborhood watch. I was wondering if you could cover for me tonight and I'll do yours tomorrow."
"I don't have any plans so that would be fine. Will the dogs be fine or do you need someone to check on them as well? I ask."
"My daughter will be home. She just got her license. I figure if she is old enough to drive then she can probably handle a night of dog sitting," he says.
"I thought I saw a new car in the drive."
"Yes sir. We just picked it up today. He turns in the direction of his house to look at the new car."
I look across the street. There she is again. Just in front of my neighbors' house. She's beautiful.
"Nice car."
"Got it for a steal really. The mileage is relatively low and the interior is in great condition."
I can't keep my eyes off of her.
"It definitely looks in good shape."
"Yeah, it's only had one owner and it was an older lady that pretty much just used it to get to the market and back."
I'd like to take her to the market and back.
I break my gaze as he turns back around.
"Well, I am glad to hear you got such a good deal. Have a nice night out with the wife"
I have to have her. The thought is becoming obsessive; it refuses to leave my head. I could have her. Tonight is perfect, she is unprotected. My biggest hurdle would be the dogs, but they know me well enough not to make too much ruckus.
It's 11 o'clock, time to go out for the neighborhood watch. I grab my flashlight and head out the front door. I'm not doing my rounds tonight. I am doing what I need to do to get rid of this feeling. I will have her tonight. The anxiety hits as I step onto the neighbors porch. My heart is racing and I'm starting to sweat, but I am not turning back. I root around the plant where I know the spare key is hidden and use the key to enter the front door. Being as quiet as possible I make my way through the living room, sneaking past the sleeping dogs undetected, and to the door at the end of a small hallway.
Behind this door is the one I wake up and think about every morning and fall asleep fantasizing about every night. Now all there is between us is a piece of wood. I grab the handle and pull up on it and towards me so the door won't creak as it swings open. A concentrated ray of light from the hallway cuts her in half as it enters the room through the open door. I stand and stare at her a moment. She is so still, so peaceful. I love everything about her. And now it's just the two of us, alone. Alone to share a night that I have been waiting so long for.
I shut the garage door behind me and turn the light on. Then I walk over to her and run my fingertips lightly across her cold steel frame. While gently kissing her, my lips make their way across her hood and back to the driver's side mirror. When I am close enough, I reach to test the door handle. She is unlocked. I climb inside of her gliding across the smooth leather and see the key in the ignition. Could this get any better? The girls’ room is across the house. She'll never hear the purr of the engine from that distance. Turning the key I feel her start to vibrate underneath me. I slide my zipper down and pull myself out. Staring at her beautiful interior I spit in my hand and stroke my dick making it erect. I lean the driver seat all the way back until it is lying flat and roll over so I am belly down on the seat. Then, I use my spit to wet the space between the bottom of the seat and the back before I slide my cock between the two parts. She is so tight. Thrusting myself deep into her gives me goose bumps. Climbing back out of her I make my way towards the trunk feeling her perfect body along the way. I spit on her back bumper and start rubbing myself against the beautiful glossy paint. Grasping the rear end tight on both sides I rock her so that she will slide back and forth against me. I can feel myself nearing orgasm. I start rocking her harder and harder to bring myself closer to climax. As I start to exert more force I realize that I should have cracked the garage door before starting her up, but I am so close. I go harder so that I can finish because I am becoming dizzy. The lack of oxygen is scary and enjoyable at the same time. Everything looks brighter. I wouldn't change a thing about this moment... besides the pain in my chest. I go harder still pushing myself into her as firmly as I can. I blow my load and vomit synchronically as a calming darkness takes over me.
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My writing style is highly influenced by Irvine Welsh, Hunter S. Thompson, and Charles Bukowski. The short stories that I write are imaginative and explore the minds of people with unique lifestyles.
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