Life Ain't A Fairy Tale (16 page)

Late Sunday night, not wanting to clean the
house yet, I decide to look at girls in bikini on the Internet. I
randomly search for hot models in bikinis. After browsing through
many pictures, I become titillated with many different women in
skimpy bikinis and thongs. Those round and symmetrical buns look so
tempting. I wish to have a set of buns sitting on my lap right now.
Some of the women have nice and round boobies. They look so
hot.

Everything that looks round feels good to me,
but I also find pictures of women that are not of my liking. Some
of their booties look unnatural; it is as if the law of gravity is
gone. Their booties stick out upward with their skin fully
stretched. Some faces aren't very pretty or sexy either. When I
look at past pictures of the women I did enjoy, I do not feel
satisfied anymore. I want more quality. I lose the energy that I
felt when I initially started looking at models in skimpy
bikinis.

Images of a Colombian model in skimpy bikinis
awaken my sexual desires again. That is a whole lot of woman. I
desire her so much. I want her in my arms giving me passionate sex
with her nipples in my mouth. Those meaty legs of her and that
gorgeously round butt she has. Oh my goodness. I want a piece of
that. My erection confirms how much I want her.

This reminds me of the photo shoot of another
Colombian model. She sprang out of the water in the pool, her skin
and hair all wet, and sat on the ledge when I was a teenager. On
TV, she looked so sexy, titillating, provocative, and attractive
doing such a simple act. I recorded that photo shoot. I used to
rewind the tape and put her in slow motion getting out of the pool.
Just thinking about her drives me crazy. I need to have sex with a
woman like that.

Browsing the web, I see that monument of a
woman again in pictures. Her pictures are as great as I remember
them in my mind. That sexy face of hers and tanned skin captivates
me. Her lips look so delicious to suck on. Those arms, breasts,
waist, and legs make me want her even more. I yearn for her body to
be on top of mines. I expand an image to full screen of the monitor
showing her beautiful body. Her back is facing me. Her face is
half-turned looking at me. Oh my goodness. What a woman. She is so
hot. Oh, baby. I want to have sex with her. I want to explode
inside her. I need to touch that nice and bubbly butt. I want her
to rub her butt in my face.

After I cool down, the fiction writer in me
appears. I am inspired to write a story. I always wanted to be a
fiction writer. When I submitted fan fiction based on video games,
I did not receive any praise. This discouraged me from pursuing a
career as a professional writer. Now, I have an idea. It will have
the elements that could potentially lead to be one of the best
stories: sex, romance, violence, hero, and moral dilemmas. Of
course, this is only my opinion. My opinion destroyed the
relationship I had. The writing style has to be likeable enough for
a reader to enjoy it too.

I begin typing my new hero story that no one
will ever care about. It is about a masked hero who is a vigilante
that fights crime in the night. It is not very original, but I
don't care. I keep on writing. He saves people from fires and
fights criminals to prevent robberies and the deaths of victims and
innocent bystanders. He is the rumor around town. Nobody knows who
he is. He strikes at the most opportune time.

One dark and cold night, the masked hero, a
regular Joe who lives in an apartment, gets prepared to fight
crime. Little did he know about what was going to happen that
night? A woman in a black hooded-trench coat knocks on his
apartment door. He opens to reveal a mysteriously sexy white woman
with black lipstick. She is very scared. She claims there is a
mysterious guy trying to rape her. She runs away and escapes from
sight by entering the apartment building. The hero, currently
unmasked, says that he will go out to find him, but she doesn't let
him. She says that she wants no problems and asks him for a cup of
hot coffee. She sits down on the sofa as he goes for coffee,
innocent of what will happen to him next.

When he returns with the cup of coffee, the
mysterious woman stands up from the sofa. She undresses herself to
reveal long blond hair, a curvaceous and tempting body with a
skimpy black bikini, covering only her nipples, and a black thong,
only covering her vulva. She wears high-heeled black shoes. The
hero drops the cup of coffee on the floor. He is in complete shock.
When he goes down to clean up the mess, she holds his jaw to stop
him from cleaning up the mess. She signals him to follow her to his
bedroom. She turns around to show her round set of buns swallowing
the g-string. The hero follows her as she walks seductively with
her hips swaying from side to side.

In the bedroom, the hero tries to snap out of
her enchantment, but she doesn't let him. She pushes him down
against the bed. She unbuttons and unzips his pants. The hero
attempts to sit up from his bed, but she jumps on top of him and
pushes him back down. The woman kisses his lips, but after a few
seconds, he pushes her off him. He tries to leave the bedroom, but
she pulls his pants down to reveal his erection. She immediately
hops on him with her legs wrapped across his waist and arms around
his neck. She drags him down with her to the bed. She mounts him
and gives him hot sex. The woman rips her blonde wig to reveal her
baldhead. The hero is hooked on the pleasure she gives him. They
resume having hot passionate sex the entire night.

As the hero falls into temptation, the
criminals are everywhere causing havoc in the city. They rob
jewelry stores and mom-and-pop stores. They go into houses and
leave with TVs, antiques, jewelry, and money. It appears they knew
the masked hero wouldn't be around. Their thievery goes flawlessly
and without major obstacles.

If that wasn't enough, the hero's only
sister's life is in jeopardy. A group of criminals invade a club to
start a shootout. The reasons are not certain, but everyone runs
and screams out of the club. Complete chaos and anarchy leaves the
DJ, the hero's sister, confused. She doesn't know what to do next.
She runs as well, but two gunshots knock her down. She is wounded.
The paramedics arrive at the scene. They see all the wounded
victims, including the hero's sister.

The hero's sister is sent to the emergency
room. She is on life support. The wound is near her heart. She lost
a lot of blood. The doctors do everything they can to keep her
alive, but she loses her pulse. They use shock treatment to revive
her. After many attempts to bring her back to life, they fail. The
hero's sister is declared dead.

The hero wakes up the next morning. He finds
out the sad truth. The first thing he notices is the mysterious
woman gone. Confused and disappointed for letting the criminals
have their night, he hears the phone ring. When he picks up the
phone, he hears the bad news about his sister's death. He breaks
down in tears. He can't believe his last surviving family member is
dead.

During the walk to the hospital, he realizes
the mysterious woman was part of the evil plan. She wasn't running
away from anybody. His secret identity was discovered. The woman
was sent to him as a distraction. The criminals were able to do
their business, free of worries. They also killed his sister to
deliver him a message. The hero, consumed with rage, promises his
sister that he will avenge her death.

This story seems to have a good start, but I
don't know what else to do with it. I save it on the computer. I
second-guess myself about the success of this story. Should I give
the hero superpowers or leave him without powers? He got seduced
too easily. Having powers make no sense. Fighting in the night
looks too familiar to a very famous superhero comic. I might get
slapped with a plagiarism lawsuit even though the characters have
nothing in common. Next, how do I execute the vengeance plot? There
are many questions I do not have the answer to. I decide to rest
from writing my story.

Longing to have sex with a gorgeous woman,
instead of cleaning the house, I watch adult videos on the web. It
is the closest I can get to satisfy my desire to have sex with a
woman. I always wanted an Indian woman. Searching for videos of
Indian adult actresses, I click on one video of an attractive
Indian woman. She is pretty and gorgeous with her long black hair
and voluptuous body.

Her attractiveness is not only her physical
beauty, but also her attitude and her willingness to take charge.
She undresses herself seductively and touches herself. More
importantly, she looks directly into the camera. It appears as if
her coquettish eyes are looking at me. Her eyes, full of lust,
bring me into the action. I feel like the most important person
alive. She always flashes her eyes at the camera throughout the
video. After minutes of watching her video, I feel so connected to
her. As I look deeply into her lustful eyes, I feel like I'm the
guy she is having sex with. She sits on top of me with her bare
breasts. She moans and screams loudly from the pleasure I give
her.

Watching her sexy eyes gazing makes me dumb.
I feel stupid looking at her having sex attentively. No woman will
ever look at me like that adult actress. They haven't so far. Not
even Sara gives me that seductive look. The adult actress
accomplishes something no woman has ever done. She makes me feel
sexy, attractive, and desirable. I feel like the hottest guy in the
world. My rational thinking is stupid, but I don't care. I continue
to watch more adult videos of adult actresses of other ethnicities.
I have become the sexaholic I once criticized Luis, Justin, and
Juan for being.

It is 3:00 in the morning, and I have to fall
asleep. I wasted the entire night on the computer and did not clean
anything. I turn off the computer. I lie face down on the bed,
having sexual fantasies with Sara. Tossing and turning in bed, the
clock shows 4:00 in the morning. I lose track of time and do not
know when I enter the dream state.

An orgasm wakes me up. I discover my pants
are wet with semen. I am a bit startled. This hasn't happened to me
in a long time. The orgasm felt pleasing to me. Now, I have to get
rid off my underwear.

I try to remember the disjointed dream I had.
In the dream, I remember playing a video game with a character that
flies. At a certain moment, I transitioned into flying myself. I
felt like I was flying with my brain strength. I avoid chunks of
debris as I pass by them in the skies. I look straight into a small
and spherical planet Earth. There is a bright and small yellow star
on the left hemisphere. When I got near it, I transitioned to a
bedroom. There was a huge mosquito flying around the bedroom. I
avoided it and ran away from it. I closed myself in a closet. I
realized that I was in a bad dream. I squinted my eyes to get out
of the dream. I squinted hard enough to change the scenery. I
changed to another room with Sara. She wore a tank top and shorts.
She looked so beautiful. I hugged and kissed her. I lied on top of
her and humped her on the bed. At that point, I woke up to the
orgasm.

Chapter 9

The front door to Sara's house opens, and I
hear Sara's voice and another woman's voice from the bedroom. My
underwear is still wet. I must get rid of the underwear I am
wearing. I can't let them see me with my wet underwear. Quickly, I
take off my underwear. I place it underneath my mattress. Maybe,
the smell won't irradiate from there. I thought of putting it with
the dirty clothing, but the smell is too fresh. What if Sara
decides to do the laundry or something? I place new and clean
briefs along with blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

Sara screams at me from below. I know why
too. I did not clean anything during the entire month she was in
Mexico. I didn't buy new food either. The refrigerator is empty.
She must be furious.

As I walk down the stairs, I see the other
woman who accompanies Sara. The impression I have of her is strong.
The woman is shorter than me. She is of the same age range of Sara
and I. She is very gorgeous and attractive. She has long black hair
to the waist, a short neck length, a spoon body type, and sexy
Japanese eyes, full of expression. She is not full Japanese because
she still looks more Hispanic than Asian. Her stare is penetrating
and seductive. I feel sexually aroused. I want to have sex with her
right away. I hope nobody notices the erection in my pants.

"Jimmy, the house is so dirty. Haven't you
done anything this past month?" Hearing Sara irate has been the
norm since our relationship went south. I try to change the
subject.

"How was the vacation? Did you have fun? I
hope the airplane ride went smoothly."

"What did you do this entire month?" Sara is
upset.

"I paid the bills over the internet." Yes,
this is the only meaningful thing I did. I wasted my entire month
at my parent's house, getting Chad on video, and looking at adult
videos on the computer. It is not worth mentioning the other stuff
I did to Sara.

"Everything is dirty and dusty. The TV, the
tables, and the floor are gross. I can see the gray dust. How can
you live like this?"

"It is not that big of a deal, silly." She
did not like my attempt at a joke.

"Is that a video game hooked to the TV?
That's what you have been doing this entire month. Video games are
for kids."

"I am a big kid. What can I say?" Sara goes
to the kitchen. She discovers another disappointment in the
refrigerator.

"Jimmy! There is no food! What am I going to
eat now? You are worthless. C'mon Jessica. Let's go out again."
Insecurely, I put my head down for disappointing Sara.

After Sara and Jessica leave the house, I
know that I have to start cleaning the first floor. I won't have
time to clean the second floor, but at least something will be
clean. I dust off the furniture, tables, and the TV with a cloth. I
take the broom out of the closet to sweep the floor. I am already
out of breath, but I continue on. I sweep and collect all the floor
dust in one area. Wow, this is a lot of dust over one month. In the
closet, I take the dustpan to sweep the dust onto the dustpan. From
the dustpan, I brush it off into the garbage can. After this is
done, I go get a bucket from the kitchen and fill it with sink
water. From the closet, I grab the mop to wet it with water to wash
the floor.