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Unknown Number: Sorry, this is Dr. Michelson. I got your number from your file.
Unknown Number: Dani
My lips feel like they’re cracking when I smile. It’s Dani now. That’s a good sign.
Me: Hi, Dani.
Me: It might have been. Was a rough night.
Rough. That comes no where close to whatever fucking universe of pain this is that I’ve been experiencing. I distinctly remember wishing to die sometime last night.
I have never, in my life, had food poisoning like this though.
Me: Are you okay?
The thought that she has been suffering through this suddenly has my stomach clenching in agony again.
Dani: Rough night.
WHY is this phone so loud? I’ve turned it nearly all the way off.
Me: I promise to never buy you Chinese from that restaurant again.
I’m half tempted to promise to burn that fucker to the ground. This level of hell is not fit for humanity.
My liquid arm loses the ability to hold the phone up any longer, and I escape for a while into the darkness behind my eyelids.
The cymbal crash of my text tone goes off again, but I don’t have the will to check it yet. Darkness takes away some of the pain. Pain sits just outside of tangible as long as I don’t move.
An explosion startles me awake and I realize it was just the front door. Thunderous sounds echo through the house. Smells of pastries and coffee assail me, choking me, blocking my throat.
Becky squeals, her voice amplifies and bombards my ears. “Good morning, Thor! How are you this morning?” My eyes flutter open, expecting her to be screaming right above me.
My bedroom door is closed. They’re outside of it. But, it sounds like she’s right in my bed with me.
That’s an unpleasant thought. Becky’s a nice enough lady, but no, thank you.
I’d rather it be Dani.
The memory of her biting her lip when I sprayed her with the hose jumps front and center within my mind and my cock springs to painful attention again. Straining against my crusted shorts, it’s both unpleasant and incredibly pleasurable. I thumb the seam to release myself. The cool breeze of the ceiling fan blasts a massaging wave over my shaft. The remains of my last orgasm still clings to me. Brushing it away with the edge of my shorts, it’s like I held a hot branding iron against my flesh. The ripples of searing heat from my fingers and the coolness of the fan has my belly tightening and ejaculating another long spurt of burning hot seed across my stomach. Clenching for what feels like minutes, my entire body jerking, my hips bucking, my nuts feeling like they’re in a vise.
I’ve made a nasty ass mess.
But, I feel better. Now, I need a shower.
I check my phone again while I can focus.
Dani: Okay
Dani: The Mexican place on 34th is good.
Mexican. Good sign, might almost call it a date.
When I can walk again. When I can breathe without my ribs feeling like they’re cracking.
The pillowcase works to sop up this fucking puddle on my stomach. This coming in two seconds shit is going to have to stop pretty quickly though. It’s not going to be pleasant if I do manage to get Dani here.
My still hard cock tightens back up again at the thought of her in my bed. I’ve barely begun to clean up my mess when the heavy fabric touches my dick and I’m coming again.