Subma Chena

Bio:

Ex couldn't wake up. It was like someone had driven a coach bolt down between his eyes, not stopping till it firmly fixed the back of his skull to the floor. The hole it left varied between feeling like the entrance to some alternate universe full of dark shapes and lurid memories, and feeling like the gaping, painful, massive fuckin' hole that it was. Worse than that he knew who the "someone" was. Whatever it was that the Doctor had given him sometime in the recent past, had not been, nor done exactly what it had said on the tin. Fuckin' doctors, making out like they knew what was going on, when in realitiy, just the same miserable ants under God's microscope as the rest of us. Still, someone had to do it. Someone had to sell the shit, just as sure as someone had to take it. Gotta wake up sometime, gotta wake up. Gotta wake up sometime, gotta wake up...round and round, taking on a rhythm, a tune, a life of it's own. Nah.. lost it. Had something there as well. What was it again? oh yeah...gotta get up..why?..need to piss. "Ahhhh,,, at last", thought Ex, "the good old fundamentals of life begin to reassert themselves, piss, shit, eat, drink, sleep, fuck if I'm lucky". The long gaps in between each word at this point didn't overly bother him, nor did the fact that pissing himself, prone as he was on the floor was probably the most likely event. No, no need to worry now. Normal thoughts, normal things, however small, beginning again. Soon it'd be back to normal, back to whoever he was, whichever he was, and unfortunately, whyever he was. Whoa...channel change. Back to needing a piss. Shame that. That pussy tasted sweet, like demerera sugar, caramalised. It got a bit weird, when the pussy looked like it might be interested in eating yours truly, but it was better than waking up shivering with a raging piss proud hard-on, still struggling with the dilemma of actual making a move. Still...., imperative now to move, or pissed pants beckon. Worse than that, voices, people around, fuck "YOU'RE NOT ALONE". Piss proud, eating pussy, god knows what else. Just hope it was one of those cerebral excursions, not one of those that took on a physical form, you know, writhing around on the floor like some little chewowha who can't tell the difference between an old ladies leg and an actual piece of ass... ..

Member Since:

May 14, 2006

Members:

VEE, Double 'U', EX, WHY, ZED, SEE, EM, and featurin' Ricky Rankin

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Today, what else is there?

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