circumstances. It did him no good anyway. He had two night jobs to keep with the look of things. It was his goal to feign interest in human interactions, just to try and stay looking as ordinary as possible. He knew in that way, anytime some report popped up about a female gone missing, there was no suspicion on him. There was no reason to be anyway, but he felt it was best to say out of the limelight no matter what. He tried to keep a low presence too, not letting too many people come to know him. In his mind, it was all for the best.
Damn… He reached for the alarm clock, but his hand missed it. He caught himself before falling flat on his face on his way out of the bed. His alarm clock wasn’t going to give it up and the loud and incessant beep, beep, beep was beginning to give him the early symptoms of a headache, or perhaps that was from the liquor consumption the day before. Hell, he didn’t know, and didn’t really care. The only thing he did know was that he had to drag his ass out of the bed to go in to his most dreaded night position at the local ShopCo. While he was lucky to have the manager slot, it just didn’t fit his character to be working in such a place.
Smacking the off button on the alarm clock, he kicked the covers back and threw his legs across the side of the bed, stirring the woman next to him awake. What the hell…He’d forgotten about her again. It was bad, he knew that. His short term memory never stayed with him for too long. Sometimes he saw it as a blessing, others, a curse. He smacked her ass as he finally did get up, causing her to startle. That image of her round, juicy bottom jiggling reminded him of her riding him just a few hours previously. He laughed at that memory. Finally, something comes back Sam…Now that is an image a man simply can’t forget, ever.
He smiled to himself as he glanced at her body. She did have the perfect shape, the kind every other woman would beg to have. Still, she really wasn’t his type at all. He pushed at her, rousing her more, until finally she opened one eye, peeking at him from under the covers. They were bright green and her hair was a deep, lush red. Freckles spread out from across the bridge of her nose to each side of her cheeks. He did find it rather cute. He tickled her side, whistling as one would to a horse as he urged her to get up and get ready to leave. He never allowed women to stay at his place when he wasn’t going to be there. It was simply something of a trust issue he had. He did enjoy his privacy.
“Come on babe, you got to get up because I have to get out of here and get in to work.” She moaned softly, a sound that insinuated her discontent at his poking and prodding. Though it was irritating to him that she seemed to want to ignore his continued pleas of getting dressed and leaving, he didn’t show it. He had a kind heart, one that just didn’t have an ill bone anywhere near it. Not from his feigning of human compassion anyway. Still, he was good, deep down inside.
He knew it was one of the very reasons so many people tried to take advantage of him. Still, he saw no reason to change his good nature because of the bad will of others. He stood, stretching his long, lean frame at the bedroom window. Pulling the curtain aside for a moment, he was greeted with a dreary night sky. It had been drizzling for a while out in that pitch darkness, but as he opened the window to let a breeze in, he could smell the rain in the air. He turned back to the woman in the bed.
“Babe, come on now. It is going to storm anytime and you don’t want to be caught out in that, right? Hurry up and get dressed, I have to get ready to go.”
This time she seemed to get the point, and as she swung her own legs over the side of the bed, letting the sheets fall about her waist, her breasts perked up to greet his tired eyes.
Damn… He reached for the alarm clock, but his hand missed it. He caught himself before falling flat on his face on his way out of the bed. His alarm clock wasn’t going to give it up and the loud and incessant beep, beep, beep was beginning to give him the early symptoms of a headache, or perhaps that was from the liquor consumption the day before. Hell, he didn’t know, and didn’t really care. The only thing he did know was that he had to drag his ass out of the bed to go in to his most dreaded night position at the local ShopCo. While he was lucky to have the manager slot, it just didn’t fit his character to be working in such a place.
Smacking the off button on the alarm clock, he kicked the covers back and threw his legs across the side of the bed, stirring the woman next to him awake. What the hell…He’d forgotten about her again. It was bad, he knew that. His short term memory never stayed with him for too long. Sometimes he saw it as a blessing, others, a curse. He smacked her ass as he finally did get up, causing her to startle. That image of her round, juicy bottom jiggling reminded him of her riding him just a few hours previously. He laughed at that memory. Finally, something comes back Sam…Now that is an image a man simply can’t forget, ever.
He smiled to himself as he glanced at her body. She did have the perfect shape, the kind every other woman would beg to have. Still, she really wasn’t his type at all. He pushed at her, rousing her more, until finally she opened one eye, peeking at him from under the covers. They were bright green and her hair was a deep, lush red. Freckles spread out from across the bridge of her nose to each side of her cheeks. He did find it rather cute. He tickled her side, whistling as one would to a horse as he urged her to get up and get ready to leave. He never allowed women to stay at his place when he wasn’t going to be there. It was simply something of a trust issue he had. He did enjoy his privacy.
“Come on babe, you got to get up because I have to get out of here and get in to work.” She moaned softly, a sound that insinuated her discontent at his poking and prodding. Though it was irritating to him that she seemed to want to ignore his continued pleas of getting dressed and leaving, he didn’t show it. He had a kind heart, one that just didn’t have an ill bone anywhere near it. Not from his feigning of human compassion anyway. Still, he was good, deep down inside.
He knew it was one of the very reasons so many people tried to take advantage of him. Still, he saw no reason to change his good nature because of the bad will of others. He stood, stretching his long, lean frame at the bedroom window. Pulling the curtain aside for a moment, he was greeted with a dreary night sky. It had been drizzling for a while out in that pitch darkness, but as he opened the window to let a breeze in, he could smell the rain in the air. He turned back to the woman in the bed.
“Babe, come on now. It is going to storm anytime and you don’t want to be caught out in that, right? Hurry up and get dressed, I have to get ready to go.”
This time she seemed to get the point, and as she swung her own legs over the side of the bed, letting the sheets fall about her waist, her breasts perked up to greet his tired eyes.
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