therapeutic

Roger Gordline is a man. a scraggly man. a sexy bearded man. Gordline is in a relationship with an irish hussy. for a two-month period of time Gordline and the irish hussy were not engaging in sexual activity. this period of time weighed heavy on Gordline. his hair was always a mess. he showered once every four to five days. his finger nails were long and his toe nails were hideously overgrown.

time did not pass the same way during this period of no sex and petty fights. ringing phones were a source of anxiety. sources of light were also sources of hatred and epic angry masturbation often led to twenty minute naps or crying on the toilet. Gordline did not consider suicide or therapy he merely trudged through his life. mindless. overwhelmed by dissatisfaction.

the cell phone rings. "i really dislike cell phones. chatty chat on the move. no more incidental privacy. no more peace. hows about i purchase a global sattelite phone so i can talk to my dyke bitch fisting teacher when i go to the jungle next month." Gordline answers it when he sees that the incoming call is from irish hussy. thoughts of her trimmed fire box shoot into his beat-off tank.

RG "hello"

ih "come over"



RG "what happened?"

ih "nothing, i just want to talk to you... come over"

RG "i don't have my car"

ih "okay, but if you can get a ride... i want you to come over"

RG "okay, but i can't, what do you want to talk about?"

ih "i want to talk about it face to face"

RG "can you give me a hint?

ih "stop, we will talk about it when we see each other"

RG "what the fuck does that mean? are you trying to salvage your image? are you too afraid to be enough of a bitch to break up with me on the phone?"

ih "it has been almost a year since we have been going out, i don't need to break up with you"


RG "you are a fucking bitch"

ih "it's good to see that you are still rational, good to see that you can keep it together long enough to not fuck up easy good things... call me if you get a car."

Gordline hated himself. he couldn't keep it cool. she was right. fuck her. he really wanted to fuck her... and cuddle in her bed... and talk to her about anything that popped into his head. he wanted her to be immersed in him, the way that he was immersed in her.

nothing worked. he ejaculated dust when ever he tried to ease the pain with a wank. there was a brief surging. a brief welling up. and each time the cum angst hit a new low to his scummy life was reached. YES. he heard his mother pull in the driveway. and he ran down the stairs to great her at the door.

RG "mom"

m "i am tired, i don't feel like cooking... want to get something from gino's? there's money in the cash drawer"

RG "i need to ask you a favor, it's dan's birthday and i want to stop by his house to wish him well"

m "so you want to take my car, why aren't you getting yours fixed"

RG "is that really important?... i can't get it fixed in the next ten hours"

m "i just worked a fourteen hour day, please remember that your bullshit is not my bullshit"

RG "sorry, may i please borrow your car to drive over to dan's, i don't have the money to fix mine right now, but i get paid on firday, that paycheck will give me enough to get the work done"

m "when will you be back?"

RG "in about an hour and a half"

m "for some reason i doubt that... i want you back by twelve, i don't like it when you drive home after midnight and you know i need the car in the morning"

RG "of course, i love you mom"

Gordline took the keys. kissed his mother on the cheek and sprinted to the car. he pulled out the cell phone the instant after he whipped out of the driveway and shifted out of reverse. he dialed irish hussy and it started to ring. he thought about a story that his mom told him about biking to a place that was thirty minutes away by car. she said it took her about two and half hours. he thought fuck bikes. this drive was about twenty-two minutes.

ih "hello"

RG "i got my moms car"

ih "are you coming over?"

RG "already driving there"

ih "okay, do you feel like gettting ice cream?"

RG "coffee and chocolate?"

ih "you're the best"

RG "i'll be there in about twenty-six minutes"

ih "okay, bye"

Gordline grinned all the way to his subservient-to-the-pussy destination. he knew that he wasn't going to fuck her. but just the thought of her letting him eat her out got him all boned up. he knew it was pathetic. but listening to her moaning and feeling her get all wet would be better than the shitty spanking he would have done otherwise. the parking the purchasing and all the related physical processes were a blur. he was thinking about what underwear she might be wearing and how pissed he was going to be if she called him over to tell him that she had a boyfriend. to let him down easy. he suspected that she had been fucking other people and not telling him because she didn't think the other fucks were serious. he knew she wanted to have an eat out buddy at all times. but even the dark thoughts didn't crack the joy aura. irish hussy's driveway required high beams for succesful identification. Gordline pulled in and started having a panic attack. he let the song that was on go for a few more bars. checked his breath and got out of the car. irish hussy was at the door. she looked good.

ih "hey"

RG "hey, you look good"

ih "you are so slick with your moves"

RG "i got you ice cream and a fourteen inch dildo, its all in the bag, i'm gonna go"

irish hussy laughed and smiled at Gordline.

ih "that was funny"

she led him inside. they went into the kitchen. she took the bag from his hand and put it in the freezer.

ih "let's go to my room, i'll have the ice cream later"

RG "okay, what did you want to talk to me about?"

ih "shut up, keep it casual"

irish hussy leads Gordline up the stairs. he notices her thong. takes note of the hard-tail tag above her ass crack. he starts getting a boner.

they get to her room. irish hussy sits on the bed and doesn't tell Gordline to do anything.

he chooses to sit on the bed also. irish hussy seems to be cool with it. they start to engage in some small talk. things are staying casual. a brief lull crushes the flow and irish hussy drops onto her back with a giggle. it wasn't an awkward flop. she smoothly went from sitting with arms hugging knees to back on the bed. she looked good. her tits were perky under the blue-green tank top she was wearing. Gordline looked at her and remembered that he once knew the name of the indent above the sternum. irish hussy's indent above the sternum looked real good. the boner was raging.

ih "come here"

Gordline leaned down and they started kissing. After a minute of some good frenching irish hussy pushed Gordline on his back. She kept kissing him and occasionally nibbled on his left ear. she was breathing heavy.

ih "i'm sorry i have been such a bitch... you are so good to me and i am just too jaded to be good to you."

irish hussy was looking good and talking sex.

ih "i want to suck your cock"

after saying it she frenched him real hard. then she pulled his shirt off. Gordline panicked. 'I haven't showered in four days. my dick probably tastes like garbage, my ass probably stinks, my boxers are probably crusty. i was sure i was going to be muching her box at best'

RG "hold on i have to pee, i'll be right back, don't change anything, i'm sorry.

he ran to the bathroom and turned the faucet on high. it was a swivel head faucet. he put it slightly on to the warm side at full blast. he pulled his pants and boxers down and slapped his package up on the edge of the sink. he furiously splashed the stream of water onto his dick and nuts. he could tell it smelled like shit. the hot water hitting the filth was enough to send the stink into the room. he grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed his privates. his pubes were all nappy. he washed the genital area three times in about thirty seconds. he almost started to pull his pants back on but then he realized that his ass area was rancid as well. so Gordline turned around and plopped his ass in the sink. he redirected the water flow onto his ass crack and grabbed the soap. he scrubbed his funky anus as fast as he could. he did a two-over and then rinsed. finally he washed his hands and started to pull his boxers back up. the boxers were fucking nasty. he quickly stepped out of the pants shackles that had gathered at his ankles and slipped the boxers off. he tossed the boxers in the garbage and put the jeans back on. as a final touch he flushed the toilet. the room was close enough that irish hussy would hear it. about 3 minutes had passed. he walked back into irish hussy's room.

ih "what took you so long?"

she looked kind of pissed. Gordline was pulverized. if he fucked up getting blown he was going to lose it. he thought about whether he should have left his garbage dick as it was.

RG "i had alot of water in the car, it was a long pee, and then i washed my hands"

ih "shut up and get over here"

she sucked his cock, swallowed the ejaculate, and they had sex three times before the night was over.

Gordline went to the kitchen to get a snack at 2:45am. he laughed as he walked by the mirror.

'good thing i wasn't in a position to use my fingers to help her orgasm, these nails are rugged'

he ate tortilla chips with cheese dip and went back to the firm body and nicely contoured back of irish hussy. she had taken four of his seminal offerings that evening. despite his B.O. which was mild at best. she hadn't even eaten her ice cream. Gordline was pretty sure he loved her.

his mother was forced to borrow a car from his grandparents because he went to bed without thinking. no cell phone service at irish hussy's house. his mother didn't allow him to borrow her car again until a little bit more than a year had passed.

but life perked up... and it was all worth it.