I miss the days when I had a smile on my face
Skylark
Someone put cotton behind his eyes. That's how it felt — fuzzy. It was strange, at first. Uncomfortable, because it was new. We find comfort only in the repeated and the predictable. Even horrible things can become bearable when they come around often enough. So once it became known, the cotton, he found he rather liked it. It filtered things. It softened them. The world needed softening.
He blinked.
The cotton fuzzed.
Iskra's palm spread against a nearby tree trunk. The entirety of his body weight sagged into those 5 fingers and that bark as his other hand fumbled with his zipper. A mumble sputtered past his lips, some sort of attempt at guidance for the problem at hand. All it caused was a spit bubble to pop in the corner of his mouth. A belt buckle jerked abruptly and then his pants free fell, the suspenders never having made their way back to his shoulders from the last time he'd done this. He gripped his dick in his hand and steadily pissed his life away.
Someone put cotton behind his eyes. That's how it felt — fuzzy. It was strange, at first. Uncomfortable, because it was new. We find comfort only in the repeated and the predictable. Even horrible things can become bearable when they come around often enough. So once it became known, the cotton, he found he rather liked it. It filtered things. It softened them. The world needed softening.
He blinked.
The cotton fuzzed.
Iskra's palm spread against a nearby tree trunk. The entirety of his body weight sagged into those 5 fingers and that bark as his other hand fumbled with his zipper. A mumble sputtered past his lips, some sort of attempt at guidance for the problem at hand. All it caused was a spit bubble to pop in the corner of his mouth. A belt buckle jerked abruptly and then his pants free fell, the suspenders never having made their way back to his shoulders from the last time he'd done this. He gripped his dick in his hand and steadily pissed his life away.
Iskra
