chapter 5

An imaginary faceless man leans forward and grabs my...my... puss

"Can I help you find anything, sir?" The saleswoman's voice makes me jump. Literally. I can't remember the last time someone made me actually jump. My heart is suddenly in my throat and the only reason I don't shriek is that I can't make my mouth work. I feel my face absolutely burning as I gape at the woman like a dying fish.

When my voice finally works, I say "No, I'm just watching!" And it makes my face even more red when I realize what this sound is like right now given where I am standing. The woman raised her eyebrows at those words. I'm not elegant with stuff. i'll just leave I will remember that event for a very, very long time. I don't look at other people when I walk straight into the men's section to the next floor.

Polo shirt and pants. simple. I keep a few on me and now they look like light medium size. My pants size is 30 rather than 34, the 30 looks a bit loose. Usually I just buy clothes, but I have to make sure they fit. Avoid the shameful salesman, find the nearest room, and undress naked.

Pants fit, but I was wrong. I think the sides fit strangely. It's not bad, but it reminds me that I wear it with every move. I admire myself in the mirror. There's no shame in not remembering the last time you were healthy. My stomach is flat and my... oh, I hadn't noticed. My chest is hairless now. Funny. I used to have just a bit of chest hair between my pecs but it's gone now. I could see that it would be meaningful if I became a lady. Whatever the cause could have killed my hair or something, there are werewolves too. Shall we cancel each other? and smooth I move my finger through the chest where the hair was, then draw a small red line on the side just below the left nipple. No wonder I'm itchy. No bumps, just red. It's a little itchy. This probably means I shouldn't scratch. I was wondering if it was all of a sudden I was allergic to detergent.

The shirt is not good and it irritates the skin. Much. You can try washing it at home (with new detergent?) and see if it helps, but things seem to crawl while wearing it. At least my old shirt was so baggy I couldn't see it. I check the tags on new polyester and cotton shirts. Same with my old shirt. poop. are you okay. I put on my old clothes and go out with a new shirt. I almost found a salesperson, but I'm still tired of what I used to be, so I just start walking. Almost all are a mixture of polyester and cotton.

O. Silk. Wow. awesome. But, Jesus! $70 for a regular shirt? But... I grab the couple and head to the changing room. The difference is surprising. Yes, I've touched silk, but I've never felt or worn it so strongly against my skin. And how does he rub me? Against my nipples? I'm sold. I don't feel any of the irritation I felt earlier and they just feel so damn good. And pricey. I shrug. I'm pretty savvy with my money, so I don't mind a small salary.

Two shirts, two trousers, you can look at the pretty cashier without blushing. there. see? Things are good. You see a girl at the checkout and you know in the blink of an eye that you're going to have sex with her. I like women. I can easily see her leaning over her table. My hands grab her her her small breasts, her fuck her from behind her, my cock slam her her on her stomach. I growl a little and lightly scratched her counter top with her fingernails. Jesus. which?

"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Yes, I do." I clear my neck and look away. as careless as possible. And fail at it. The check card is stolen, the bag is snatched, and the girl hurriedly leaves the store and walks to the car without even looking at it. And from the car to my house and inside. I don't think anything along the way. anything. I keep focused on the cars in front of me as I drive.

Only when I'm safely inside my house do I relax. And, yes, I checked the front for another mysterious box. I have to face it. That was it. That's all. And I can deal with that. I'll never forget it. Ever. At least not the pieces I can remember. I just... wish I had more time. Or you can better remember everything. I throw my suitcase on the floor next to the sofa and go to the bedroom to change. Now nothing seems right and I forgot to go to the store to buy another detergent. I could go back somewhere, but I don't want to meet people right now. Anyway, it's too late. The clock in the microwave tells me I've wasted three hours in traffic and shopping.

I'm tired. mentally and physically. When I think of fast food, my stomach churns, but I just want to eat and sleep. So I find myself cooking (microwave) a randomly frozen dinner in the kitchen. in my underwear. It's not the first time, but I rarely go naked. It's just comfortable now. Call it my new weight and the itch of my old clothes if you wish.

Food is empty and drinks are available. I go and sit in front of the computer and eat. As usual, there are no new posts on OKCupid. Nothing on Craigslist. Usually an ordinary night. I catch up on a few local news stories while I eat but I rush through it. I've been turned on all day and need some release. Plus, my ass is starting to hurt. Less padding? Who knows. Inconvenient, but no big deal.

What are the benefits of a microwave dinner? There are no tools. I put away the tray and sit back in front of the computer. textile. I have a series of websites I visit in search of porn. Standard porn and werewolf stuff. I thought real people were watching the night, so I downloaded RedTube and went to the amateur section. I have a few that I like and I choose this couple from where they go through all sorts of different positions. Women in uniform are not as slender (roughly) as rails, but beautifully curved. The breasts are large, but not lewd. I usually go straight to cancer (my favorite poses and best parts of the video), but I start from scratch and take care of me while they laugh and play with each other. The girls are sexy and the guys are in pretty good shape with a decent sized cock. When I realized what I was doing, a half-naked girl rolled over on the bed.

Imagine looking at a woman and playing with her clothes off. Not this time. no. Compare this time. like a mannequin. I watch her as if taking notes. It seems that the hole of last night's memory is filled with the figure of this woman. It's like looking at her to see what I look like. It may not sound like much, but to me it's a huge difference.

Goddammit. I skip ahead to just before she goes to her hands and knees. She`s on her back, naked now, legs and arms wrapped around the guy. He's fucking her bare and she's moaning from the pounding she's getting. I find my eyes drawn to her pussy, watching the guy's dick and the way she's moving with him. i tell myself i'm fine this. I totally do. Also, I wonder what it is. This is a very different case from what I remember about the fingers on my pussy. On my wet genitals. My Wet Wet Pussy.

Now my hands are frantically touching my dick as I recall last night. I remember the little pieces I could do. Carrot Pataji. I am close This is the feeling when this finger stretches this muscle. damn yes Ummm... I'm moaning but I can't notice. I don't moan. always. I am calm in bed. But now I'm whining. Yes. Are the members different? Is it different from the feel of your fingers? Damn... too close... too close... finger or cock... Just imagining... Hands and knees... Full of thick cocks... My orgasm slaps hard and cum spreads everywhere. bitch! I forgot my napkin! My toes are bent and I'm still pumping myself up and cumming, feeling the hot liquid in my hands and watching it drip onto my desk. Damn it... my God. My heart is pounding and my face is blushing, my God, did I just whine? no no. This shit doesn't work. I don't want to have sex with any woman and then... do it.

I sigh and grab the napkin. The semen is already cooling at my fingertips. I remember last night. I remember part of that woman's cum tasting. and my sperm. i see My dick moves weakly at the thought. Thoughts of trying my own cum. And I'm watching it. Almost transparent liquid on my fingers in my hand. No, I won't. I can not do it. I used to use condoms in my life, but after ending this serious relationship, we went our separate ways. After I came, I avoided oral sex with her. Because that's what you do, right? You don't go to a girl after cum inside her. So no. I will not. But the charm is undeniable. damn! If you're thinking of giving me something like a female one-night stand, you can be hell-friendly and nonsensical! I don't know who I'm mentally insulting, but I'm angry. Or I tell myself that's why my heart beats.

Number

No, no.

No fuck.

Close your eyes and place your hand on your lips. I represent it. she is a wolf female. like last night My penis is no longer weak. It's hard again. But I think it's a wolf. I see it clearly. This time I stand on my knees and forearms, reach out to my pussy, drain my semen, and pull it up to my mouth.

The taste surprised me. are you okay. I didn't even know I put my finger in my mouth, but I did. And this is good. Really good. I moan and I can't help it. This is a desperate moan. He grabs himself with his fingers in his mouth, tenses him up, sucks, drains, and wipes his semen. You can scrape it with your tongue, taste it, and feel it with your teeth. A hint of something salty but inexplicable.

Don't lie. I clean all semen except for small pieces on the carpet. And by "cleansing" I mean picking up semen with your fingers and licking them. Not only do they quickly lick their fingers, they also suck. It almost turns me over the taste of my own cum. I close my eyes every time I do this. I tell myself it's because I'm reimagining myself as a wolf, but I'm not. Just close your eyes to taste. To get rid of distractions and focus on my mouth.

And masturbate again. I'm going to bow my head for a moment and try to open my mouth, but damn, I want to put it on my finger. I want to put my finger deep in my mouth while sucking on semen... the orgasm hits me again and my legs bend under it. When pressure is applied to my ball. I held my dick with one hand and felt the cum hit it.

No doubt. I dip the finger of one hand in the semen and begin to suck. It's like being hypnotized. I have no rational thoughts. no one. I moan at the touch of my fingers in my mouth and the taste of semen. I swear my dick is trying to harden again, but it doesn't. Then I am clean. And I still want more. The taste still lingers in my mouth, which really puts a smile on my face. I want to... blame this wolf. For women. Because last night was very recent. that echo. That's it. It's disgusting and I want to vomit and bite my stomach, but I don't. And that makes me happy. Because, damn, I don't want to lose that taste in my mouth.