There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
"Because ya fuckin' bit me, ya gods-damned dick-waddling toothy piece'a soggy kelp." You might have sounded more indignant but your tone is somewhat belied by the fact that your face is flushed with lingering pleasure, and your voice is something of a thready moan. And maybe a little bit of you wants him to lean back over and bite you some more, and also maybe you have a bit of a boner and he's straddling you and your pants are thin and you can absolutely feel your cock pressing against his ass and-
--and nope. Nope nope nope. That's a good bit of nope.
With a surprising amount of panicked strength you shove the man off of you, scrambling away through the sand and quickly rising to your feet. There's blood falling from your arm in a slow trickle; smacking a hand over the wound, you glare back at the man. "Y'know what? Fuckin' find yer own way home. I'm done." And with that you turn away and stomp back towards town, praying for your erection to subside and only a little light-headed.
{fin!}
--and nope. Nope nope nope. That's a good bit of nope.
With a surprising amount of panicked strength you shove the man off of you, scrambling away through the sand and quickly rising to your feet. There's blood falling from your arm in a slow trickle; smacking a hand over the wound, you glare back at the man. "Y'know what? Fuckin' find yer own way home. I'm done." And with that you turn away and stomp back towards town, praying for your erection to subside and only a little light-headed.
{fin!}
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
zephyr
