Painless Love Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Painless Love Chapter 1

... expecting that they have closed by now. I will have no choice but to get on a public bus. Three hours of walking? I can’t bear that anymore. I have gone on foot enough already this early morning. It is now night, and somebody with a sick and wicked mind that I don’t know might attack and assault me for no any sound or sane reason at all. I have heard enough of such horror stories already. And I don’t want to be on another episode of The Tragic Most Things That Might Happen To You At Night Time with Brody Cooper interviewing and interrogating me throughout the whole painful and agonizing recalling-up ordeal of mine. Duh—huh! It is twenty minutes now since I have been last walking on the street alone there. I am perched and stooled down at some Rail Depot—I forgot to call up and even swat up its name. This shouldn’t be terrible though. What matters is that I get home—straight into Courtney’s loving and supportive arms and hug and tell her what the hell I’ve been exactly through and for what purposes precisely. Yeah……yeah! Enough of this silly brain talk for now! The tramcar is moving slowly and bit by bit. I feel like I should kick and smash its windows up for eating and chewing up my time very slowly and annoyingly before my very own face and eyes. Yeah! Even yell and shout out at the driver like I am the hornet of a big, awful train itself. What is he even thinking? Wait a second! Has not he been drinking too much liquor—huh? There is a couple seated right there in front ...

... of me, chatting and smiling and laughing to themselves. How do I know they are apparently wed and jingled-the-bell-up? Well, the way the are postured and positioned in the face of the other…..it is all so obvious and evident. If that’s not truthfully so, maybe one of them is preferably married, possibly the man who looks very much older and senior than the poor girl my own exact age. Hmnnnn. She is going out with my grandpa, right? Bad choice on her part! It is not that I envy and feel jealous for her. I just don’t. I solely question if he really and to the fullest brim makes her intensely and incredibly happy. What about you yourself, Tori? My conscious asks and conjectures me. Me? I am happy and very much free with the way I am presently. Okay. This is my plan for now. First work hard and diligently in life. Then after that find someone worth your whole attention to marry and settle down with. Maybe I should do the actual opposite. Like throw myself into the big pool of love before I get ugly and dispeacable and then seek my life and goals and desires later on? No way. It would be torture to me, I swear. I just what to get what I want to nab first, and then nab and hold on to other things later on. Back in the Cape, so many people who knew me were every time wondering why I never became jealous at all if they happened to be paired into strings and groupings of two that romantic and affectionate way. My dreams come first just like my precious damn life itself. I don’t want ...