fruit I have left in my bag from yesterday. I want to have a shower before going to the dining room for lunch.
“Thanks.” I say, and meander back to my room.
Fuck… this is going to be so boring. Where is everyone?
It was already bad enough to have gotten through the months at Gateways. Now I have to get through another three months here? Well, here and then the residency program at another building. I have never had such a long stay in hospital. Admittedly, I made things worse by behaving badly at Gateways when I first got there.
That young loo king girl is coming back out of her room, and so I stop and go to say something; but she panics and begins to run fast; past me and up the hallway toward the nursing station.
Well, she’s obviously in the right place then. Problem’s with other people much?
I head into my room and close the door behind me. I walk to the bed and turn the bedside lamp on.
Fuck, I’m so lonely.
I remember what happened the last time I felt this lonely, and how that worked out. I don’t want to go there again.
But it gives me an idea, so I go to my duffle bag that I’ve unceremoniously thrown into my closet, still intact and unpacked; and I rifle through it and find a single apple, which I then sit on the bed and eat. I throw the core into the basket bin beside the bed, and then I begin to undress; flinging my clothes onto the floor, since I only just pulled them on anyway and plan to get back into them. I walk into the ensuite bathroom naked, noting the white fluffy towels on the rack. I also note that my toiletries aren’t here yet, so I walk back into my bedroom and gather the toiletry bag out of my duffle bag, before returning to the bathroom and beginning my shower.
I quickly wash my hair and body. I don’t think I’ll shave my face today ; I think I like the scruff growing on my chin. I run a hand across it. I might even let the smattering of hair grow a little more; maybe it will make me feel like a different person perhaps. It’s not like it’s really thick. I can’t seem to grow a real beard or anything, but it gives me a more masculine appearance in any case.
I realize something substantial in th is moment; I haven’t really heard Logan for a while now. I’m aware that there is some sort of activity going on in the remote corners of my brain, but the medications are doing their predesigned job. I’m on less Seroquel than I was previously, and I think it has done the trick. I’m more likely to take my medications all of the time if I don’t feel washed out. Apparently, I was on dangerous levels of Seroquel for little or no beneficence. So I’m on the correct levels of my pills now.
I allow the pounding water from the shower to cascade over my head and down my body, washing away my indecision and reminding what I had in mind before.
I’m absently running a hand across myself now; the idea I had had was to jerk off in the shower, and feel an orgasm running through me. A feeling I haven’t had in a little while. It seems like a good idea in any case.
I begin by thinking about a random, no named chick going down on me and I play it out in my head. A bit of dirty talk, a bit of innuendo and then her lips firmly placed across my cock, sucking down onto it.
Unfortunately, I keep visualizing Shae’s face and her lips surrounding my cock, and as hard as I try to move away from the image, I can’t seem to get any satisfaction from the nameless, almost faceless slut I have pictured up against Shae. I’m so desperate to get off now that I’ve been playing with my cock that I just decide to let the thought develop. It doesn’t mean anything anyway; not anymore.
But then of course it becomes a memory. A memory of our first time together here in The States when she finally joined me here and I had gone months without her.
We were in the bedroom maybe two minutes before I was stripping her bare and telling Jade
“Thanks.” I say, and meander back to my room.
Fuck… this is going to be so boring. Where is everyone?
It was already bad enough to have gotten through the months at Gateways. Now I have to get through another three months here? Well, here and then the residency program at another building. I have never had such a long stay in hospital. Admittedly, I made things worse by behaving badly at Gateways when I first got there.
That young loo king girl is coming back out of her room, and so I stop and go to say something; but she panics and begins to run fast; past me and up the hallway toward the nursing station.
Well, she’s obviously in the right place then. Problem’s with other people much?
I head into my room and close the door behind me. I walk to the bed and turn the bedside lamp on.
Fuck, I’m so lonely.
I remember what happened the last time I felt this lonely, and how that worked out. I don’t want to go there again.
But it gives me an idea, so I go to my duffle bag that I’ve unceremoniously thrown into my closet, still intact and unpacked; and I rifle through it and find a single apple, which I then sit on the bed and eat. I throw the core into the basket bin beside the bed, and then I begin to undress; flinging my clothes onto the floor, since I only just pulled them on anyway and plan to get back into them. I walk into the ensuite bathroom naked, noting the white fluffy towels on the rack. I also note that my toiletries aren’t here yet, so I walk back into my bedroom and gather the toiletry bag out of my duffle bag, before returning to the bathroom and beginning my shower.
I quickly wash my hair and body. I don’t think I’ll shave my face today ; I think I like the scruff growing on my chin. I run a hand across it. I might even let the smattering of hair grow a little more; maybe it will make me feel like a different person perhaps. It’s not like it’s really thick. I can’t seem to grow a real beard or anything, but it gives me a more masculine appearance in any case.
I realize something substantial in th is moment; I haven’t really heard Logan for a while now. I’m aware that there is some sort of activity going on in the remote corners of my brain, but the medications are doing their predesigned job. I’m on less Seroquel than I was previously, and I think it has done the trick. I’m more likely to take my medications all of the time if I don’t feel washed out. Apparently, I was on dangerous levels of Seroquel for little or no beneficence. So I’m on the correct levels of my pills now.
I allow the pounding water from the shower to cascade over my head and down my body, washing away my indecision and reminding what I had in mind before.
I’m absently running a hand across myself now; the idea I had had was to jerk off in the shower, and feel an orgasm running through me. A feeling I haven’t had in a little while. It seems like a good idea in any case.
I begin by thinking about a random, no named chick going down on me and I play it out in my head. A bit of dirty talk, a bit of innuendo and then her lips firmly placed across my cock, sucking down onto it.
Unfortunately, I keep visualizing Shae’s face and her lips surrounding my cock, and as hard as I try to move away from the image, I can’t seem to get any satisfaction from the nameless, almost faceless slut I have pictured up against Shae. I’m so desperate to get off now that I’ve been playing with my cock that I just decide to let the thought develop. It doesn’t mean anything anyway; not anymore.
But then of course it becomes a memory. A memory of our first time together here in The States when she finally joined me here and I had gone months without her.
We were in the bedroom maybe two minutes before I was stripping her bare and telling Jade
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