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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
This is the forth & final story in the WAF Journey series. This story is the continuing journey of a man caught in a hell he calls life. The same dead end job and a friend who he works with that he loves and hates all at the same time but now things are changing. Making things work with the older woman who is more like him than he ever expected, he will now be asked to do something that he never would have ever considered. But what can he do if his friend needs his help. Still he finds himself drinking too much, taking too many pills to function, and all he has to do to make this only life he has as bearable as possible. Drinking, drugs, sex, and now this request from a dying friend. Through it all, still he keeps his course sense of humor.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
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“All Journey’s End”
By
J.B. Galui
Copyright 2014
Published by: J.B. Galui
Chapter 1:
What a way to fucking wake up, Cynthia sucking and sliding my cock in and out of her soft, wet, warm mouth. God does this feel good. But I want a little taste of her too. Now just let me slide that fuzzy femininity of yours over me here. Seems like Cynthia was enjoying herself working my cock over and the thought of having the oral sensation returned, because damn her juices are flowing, mostly down my face. It’s not easy drinking in all that goodness, especially when her floodgate opens. Now this is what I call a fucking grand slam breakfast.
I don’t mind her getting herself off with my mouth, I can always tell when she does. She lets out a long deeper moan. And I know she has no reservations about returning that favor. In fact I think she really enjoys it. I mean she has too, she does it so damn well. What a fucking rush it is when you feel all that penis protein shake being sucked out of your cock. Sucked down that sweet throat till there’s nothing left to suck. Fuck I love these wake up calls. Goddamn Motel 69 ‘we’ll keep our mouth wet for you’.
She slides her wet thighs down the hair on my chest then leans over and takes the half full glass of wine from the nightstand and takes a drink. Then she takes another but doesn’t swallow it. She turns and plants those soft lips on mine letting the wine flow into my mouth as she kisses me.
“Morning sexy.”
She says to me taking another drink of wine.
“Want another taste?”
I know she’s referring to the wine
“Of you, yes.”
“No not me, the wine, but you already knew that didn’t you?”
I just smile and take the glass of wine from her. Fuck is this woman sexy. I take a drink and set it back on the nightstand. She lays her head next to me so I slide back down and rest my head on hers. We both lie there quiet. It’s peaceful, something I’m not much used too, but it’s fucking nice.
Jimmy and I are on one of our forced vacations. That’s when the fuck assed clients we work for go on one of their happy little getaways and we’re out of work. No income for the assholes. That is unless we can find something to tide us over.
Those wonderful family vacations that cost them more goddamn money than the two of us dumb fucks make all year. And it’s usually sprung on us at the last minute. Yeah, the pricks are real good at that shit, springing things on us like this. Though it kills the wallet it’s good to get away from those fuckers for awhile.
Cynthia finally looks up at me.
“What are you thinking?”
I don’t want to fuck up this moment telling her the truth, so I tell her a small lie.
“About how I love waking up to you, especially the way we just did.”
Well I wasn’t really lying, that thought of us never left my mind, it was just clouded with other less pleasurable and useless shit for a moment.
“Yeah, me too. How about I make us some breakfast?”
“I don’t know if I could eat anything more after you.”
“Oh, you’re a good one with a dirty mind, I like that.”
She kisses me on the cheek and gets out from under the covers and stands by the bed.
“Nice ass.”
She looks over her shoulder and winks at me while she runs the palms of her hands over her backside.
“Play your cards right and I may let you have a piece of it.”
That’s what I was hoping for. She pulls on one of my robes, fuck she even looks good in that old thing, and then heads out to the kitchen. I just lie there with a hundred things running thru my mind. Some of it even good, imagine that fucking shit for a change, some good thoughts.
Fuck I may as well get my ass up too. I grab a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from my drawer and throw them on, that’s when the fucking phone rings. Now who the hell wants to ruin my fucking day?
Oh, fuck it’s Jimmy’s phone. Sorry pal but I have better things to do right now, so I hit the end button and turn the phone ringer off. Part of me is thinking maybe he found us some work, then I look in the kitchen and see Cynthia bending over in the refrigerator with that sweet ass in the air. You can guess which one I choose.
I walk over and grab her by the hips rubbing my now hard dick around her ass.
“Oh, well hello there.”
She stands up and turns towards me holding some milk and eggs.
“You are a horny one this morning. What’s gotten into you?”
What a fucking loaded question that is.
“Just thinking about how it would feel getting into you.”
She looks down at my dick then up at me.
“I see, it looks like I’ll need to get that swelling down or I’ll never get anything cooked.”
She sets the eggs and milk down on the counter and rubs my cock with her hands. They’re cold at first from the refrigerator but they warm up quick. She then grabs my shirt and leads me back to the bed, looking over her shoulder a few times with that ‘I’m going to fuck the shit out of you’ look on her face. She pushes me onto the sheets and drops her robe. Fuck, I’m starting to think life is getting better.
Chapter 2:
Again we’re lying there in my bed, naked and relaxed, but still my fucking mind is drifting onto other shit matters. What the fuck is wrong with me? Even with this feeling of pure contentment with this wonderful beautiful woman cuddled up next to me, there is that part of my brain that won’t relax and let go of all the other fucking shit. Goddamn! I hate that part of my fucked up mind, I’d wish I could tear it out and piss on it or better yet erase it for good. But it keeps coming back like fucking Jason in those tired assed Friday movies. At least you could kill that prick for awhile.
Cynthia stretches rubbing her ass on me, then kisses me.
“I’m going to try and make that breakfast I started before your cock changed my plans. You think you can keep your dick at bay till I’m done this time?”
