Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... at the loft, I put on some music and drank by myself until I passed out on the futon. I had a nightmare that the demons had tied me down and made me watch Ryan fuck Melissa. He had her legs pinned up by her shoulders and was plunging his enormous dick in and out of her pussy. "Oh, Ryan, you're so fucking big." She then wrapped her legs around him as he hit bottom and said to him, "Now, grind your pelvis into me, holy shit, you're deep, fuck don't stop, you're going to make me cum, oh Ryan, I'm cumming!" I woke up and puked all over the coffee table but miraculously pulled the coke mirror away in time.

I cleaned up. I was covered in sweat, so I quickly showered and went to bed. So much for Tuesday, I thought.

Wednesday was a blur. I did some serious day drinking at a bar east of us. I was sneaking coke and running out. I kept just enough to make it to the night. I had not eaten in days. I was hungry but also committed to losing weight. I tried to masturbate, but every time I looked at my cock, I laughed. I wasn't even good enough to fuck myself. I went over to JJ's. They had a party going, and they invited me in. I did some lines. Had some shots. Even the gay guy was looking at me with pity. I left and went back to the loft and drank myself to oblivion. By this time, the demons were no longer getting a rise out of me. They could sense my rising anger and started to pity me. I told them to fuck off. Thankfully, I passed out in bed.

As the first light peaked in from ...

... the east, I got up, grabbed a towel to dry off and shuffled into the open area of the loft. I put on coffee, washed up and then sat at the dining table watching the sunrise. Doing this, even after no sleep, was more rewarding than doing it, being high and staying up all night. I sipped my coffee and pretended the rising sun would dry my tears and sweat. I grabbed my phone and scanned it to see if I had any texts from her. There was nothing. Some friends were checking in, but I wasn't ready to face anyone. I needed to figure my life out. I sat there, basking in the rising sun, drinking my coffee, trying to slow down and move forward at the same time. I missed her so much but hated her as well. I was now angry. I wanted to crack a beer, do a line, or smoke a spliff, but it was coffee for me this morning. I had got to get my shit together.

The bedroom was littered with clothes. So, I spent some time separating my clothes and realized I needed to do laundry. I grabbed the duffle bag and stuffed it full, called an Uber and fought off the desire to drink a beer. I was down to one, so it was symbolic. I put away the well-used coke mirror and packed up the dope stash. I could go one day without any of it. How hard could one day be?

A New Day

As I walked down the hallway with the very full laundry knapsack loading me down, I paused in the hallway leading to JJ's. I was out of coke. With resolve, I gritted my teeth and kept going. My Uber was waiting when I got down the stairs. ...