Little-Dick Losers: A Narrative Fiction

“Well good morning to you too, Jean Louise. Did you sleep well?” Her voice was frail, her eyes were red and baggy. I could tell she did not sleep much last night.

His mother went to sleep at midnight, and she wasn’t going to wake up. She downed more than her fair share of a wine bottle at dinner, and he caught her taking swigs of it throughout the night.

When her lips once again wrapped around his head, it drove the man over the edge. Bucking off the tiles, he groaned and hooked his fingers in her hair, tearing at her tresses as the couple looked on, holding her head down as he exploded into her hot warm mouth. His body shuddering and his breath ragged, Levine didn't release his grip in her hair, or the palm on her head, allowing her to pop his shaft from between her lips after he was sure she'd swallowed every last drop. "Holy fuck, Soph." Throwing a glance up at the couple, and even from that distance able to see the gleam of white teeth from the man's smile, he started at the teen with mouth open, and softening cock bobbing in the air. Needing a refractory period before he fucked Sophie into oblivion, Adam finally caught his breath and smiled as he collected the champagne bottle. "Damn, you are on hot little fucking slut, you think the mans up there jerking off over you? He replied, groaning as he pushed himself to his feet, and tipped the bottle so that the liquid flowed into Sophie's mouth, filling it like had just with his seed, and dribbled out to run down her tits.

“Uncle Darry, he said we can have it since we keeped looking at it, so who is that dude with the scar on his face?” annie asked.

Laughter bubbled out of her as she pushed him away, just in time for two pints of mead to be slammed onto the table by a tall, lanky woman with unkempt black braids pinned haphazardly to the top of her head. “You must be the stowaway.” She greeted Evangeline sliding a pint toward her, half of it spilling on the table. She slid Trevor’s to him as he tried to conceal his laughter.

“Who’s there?” she offered as she gathered her things, there was no answer, but the air was tense. “Who is over there?” she demanded as she turned away to run.

It was funny that, when together, no matter their age, even grown men reverted to the discussions of horny teenage schoolboys, when alone, and discussing a woman. The moment Dan had kicked off his shoes, removed the glass from his friend's hand, and relaxed in one of the leather chairs, Jarrod had began to question him. Who was she, how old was she, what did she look like, how was her body, how dhd did she react, did she know what she was in for, and more."

"Uh, yeah! Sorry, for just showing up unannounced like this. I thought Jace would've been here..." Bailey stopped herself as she looked at the tiny brunette who lived there. It had been an awful couple of days for Bailey and all she wanted was to escape it. Escape the fact that she had just walked out on the man she had just spent the last three years of her life with. After everything that had happened between them she couldn't handle it anymore. "Oh, no you don't have too..." Bailey started to speak as she watched the young brunette leave the room to go and change. Moments later returning with pillows and blankets for her. Looking down at the beer in her hand Bailey sighed before looking back up at the brunette. "Thanks, I could of gotten them myself. I appreciate it." she spoke as she jumped up on the counter in the kitchen.

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The alarm clock sounded at 3AM. Despite having downed seven shots of Tequila in the early evening and returning home at midnight, I sat up immediately, turned off the alarm, and threw back the covers. Sitting in the dark, motionless in an alcohol-induced fog for what seemed like an eternity, the room began to spin. Several minutes passed before I could focus and begin moving. 
Finally, I thought. Today’s the day!
“Claudia, wake up, it’s almost time for me to go,” I said. 
“What time is it?” she asked. 
“Three o’clock. Make me a cup of coffee, okay?
“Five more minutes,” she said, pulling the covers over

The woman was one sexy bitch, and he was certain she'd be even more wild when they were alone. "Hot enough to have you dripping already?" Adam arched a brow, and briefly slipped his hand under her dress, between her legs, as if seeking the answer to his query before he withdrew his touch and pirouetted to shoot a grin and thumbs-up at his friends. When they returned the gestures, he finished his beer, placed the empty glass on the counter, stepped from his stool, and refocused on Claire. "Let's go, before I bend you over the bar, and fuck you right here. Got a car?"

The woman's reaction as Adam brought his gaze up from her cleavage had him grinning. A slut, just as he'd taken her for; the man prided himself on being able to pick them out of a crowd; and not the type of whore he'd usually date, but he hadn't approached her with that intent in mind, but simply as female in possession of warm, tight holes to be fucked in order to relieve some tension, and demonstrate to his friends that the break-up of his relationship had been Kate's loss. For that purpose, the woman he'd barricaded in with the placement of his stool, appeared perfect. Although he'd seen bigger tits.

“Go away, Fione.” I replied. Suddenly, the sheets were quickly yanked off the bed. “Dammit!” I curled into a ball to warm myself, the lights suddenly flickered on. “The hell do you want?” I asked, shoving a pillow in my face to block out the light.

"We want to talk to you about the men, I mean boys in your life " Candice said.

This week has been totally crazy. At the beginning of it, my best friend Aby got a job writing songs at Hi or Hey records. Then, after a year singing at the hottest clubs in Los Angeles, I got called in to sing for Five Seconds to Summer to see if I would get a record deal.

“I don’t talk much it leaves me a lot of time to observe” he replied.