Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... with your big cock!" I was tweaking from the line of coke but also relieved it seemed to quell the mocking futon. I grabbed more beer and realized I would probably have to drink fuck-dicks brand Mel probably got for him. That's going to be fun.

For a second, I considered cleaning up, but that thought made the futon start to buck and bounce, with naked demons emerging to dance on the bed in time with the sex sounds. More coke! More beer! I put on some downtempo music. The thought of Dubstep made me want to vomit. I was high; the beer was barely cutting through the coke. It was black hash time. I revelled in the ritual of rolling the perfect hash spliff. The slow heating of my big chunk of rare black hash from the Middle East. It had mold and a gold seal. I was a hash man in the era of plentiful engineered turbo bud. I needed its small buzz. It was warm, and the smell was delicious. I rolled two perfect spliffs.Works of art, I thought. Mel had always chuckled at how fastidious I was rolling spliffs. She said it reminded her of a Japanese tea ceremony.

Fresh cold beer, I had four of my Indian pale ale left. I lit the spliff, inhaled its pungent aroma and let the smell waft into my face. I slowly rolled my hands into my face like a sage burn, pretending the smoke was cleansing me. I was barely holding off the demons. They had multiplied. Some were crouching in the corner of the loft. At least two of them were on the futon, humping each other. Two more were playing my bass, ...

... sitting on the desk. As terror was filling my frontal cortex, I downed another beer and realized I had arrived at a completely numb state of mind. Hallucinating, obviously, but numb.

In a flash, I re-lived the last two years of my life while being sucked into a vortex of denial. I knew what was coming. I'd been here before and fought it with every ounce of my being. I wanted to get angry immediately, but the denial surge was all-encompassing.

She still loved me. I had hallucinated the entire thing. It was a one-night stand! She didn't give me sloppy seconds. She didn't lie to me. She would come back. She would choose me. She still loved me.

Wave after wave of denial kept coming, and the more I fought, the bigger the waves became. The demons were all cackling. Now all of them were humping on the futon. Just as I was about to succumb to my insanity, I surrendered. With a noticeable whoosh, the waves of denial passed through me, and I was left with a moment of clarity. Acceptance pulsed through me. I knew this was a phantom; this is how the stages went. I experienced them all simultaneously but knew each would need its moment on the stage. The order could never be truly changed.

In that brief moment, I surrendered to my loss. Melissa was gone. I was not enough for her. I was not right for her. She never loved me or, at the very least, no longer loved me. I did a line of coke, then a coco puff in a cigarette.I would need to quit that, too, I thought. I took a big gulp ...