When You Hit Rock Bottom

It’s another day in paradise here in Mt. Chas where everyone is happy and the sun is always shining. We recently had new neighbors move in who have a certain affinity for their garden. They seem to have much love in their eyes as they stare at each other every day. There little white picket fence is in proper condition which assures that they will receive garden of the month. Am I the only one is this little town that wants to sucker punch them in the face? Of course I am, because everyone here is just like them. Happily content in public, but secretly screaming inside. If you haven’t yet guessed, I don’t exactly fit in here. Once upon a time, a young woman named Lisa met a dashingly smart and handsome man named Samuel at Uni which led to them falling madly in love. They moved back to his home town which was basically a shoe in to be set on money the rest of their lives. Problem was, Lisa did not fit into this white suburban place. She was more of a wild child who enjoyed taking a smoke, sleeping around and having a good time. Speaking of which, I need to pull out my credit card and take my afternoon pick me up. *Snifffff* Ahh, I feel the powder trickle thru my system as I already feel better. Before I even have time to clean up I hear a knock at the door. As I go to open it, I hear the most high pitch, nails against a chalkboard voice that belongs to none other than our head committee member of the neighborhood, Erin Brownstein. “Hiya Lisa, I’m so glad you’re home, we haven’t gotten to catch up since you missed our last three meetings. Here I brought you some pie. It’s chocolate pecan, Sam’s Favorite.” Erin always loved dropping by as she always hoped Samuel was home. Samuel is one of the few good looking wealthy men still not taken in our little town. As I told Erin that Sam wasn’t home she still didn’t want to drop her nice girl act. “Oh Lisa your house is so nice, I wonder how much Sam paid for it.” Erin always liked to call him Sam as I was the only one allowed to actually call him that. Even his own parents were to call him Samuel. So Erin saying it of course made my blood boil but the line I just did made her more bearable. “Erin is there something I can help you with? I am kind of busy.” She looked at me wide eyed and took every inch of me in. “Wow, Lisa you are just so stunning. I guess your looks just really took Sam away from all us. I remember me and Sam’s first date together. He was the best thing I ever had.” Little does she know that her father paid Sam to go on a date with her so that she would stop whining about it. Erin suddenly notices the counter top and asked what I was baking. I finally put two and two together and realised she thought it was flour. I told her I was planning on keeping it a surprise until our meeting this week. She got giddy with excitement thinking me and Sam would be attending. She finally glided to the door and said “Ta-Ta for now.” Thank god she left. I quickly snorted the last bit and just in time as Sam walked thru the garage door. “Hello sweetheart, I saw Erin decided to drop in.” “Yeah she was wanting to catch up on some girl talk.” “Well I had an extremely tough day at work, I think I’m going to go shower.” I watched as he went up the stairs and I soon quietly followed. I watched thru the crack in the door as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head. His long red hair shining in the sunlight and his muscles completely flexed. My knees began to shake and I could feel myself becoming aroused. I watched as he undid his belt and his pants and boxers fell to his feet. Before I could get a glimpse of his front, he went behind the curtain. I slowly stripped off my clothes and peeked my head inside. He was facing the faucet so I slid inside the shower and grabbed his shaft from behind. He turned around to face me as I stroked him slowly. He pinned me up against the wall and kissed me passionately. He made his way to my ear and neck before flicking his tongue across my fully erect n****e. I slowly introduced his tip inside of me. I was so aroused and wanted deep sensual pleasure that I couldn’t help but put the rest in all at once. He thrusted deep inside me twice before I heard him mutter a cuss word. I was shocked to see his limp shaft fall out of me and watch as he kissed my forehead and said the words “I’m sorry” before exiting the shower. I rinsed myself off and thought about my s*x life before Sam. “Ahhh Christian, omfg don’t stop, right there.” Christian was a very gifted man who for four years twisted me into every positioned and fulfilled every s****l desire I ever had. Hours would pass before one of our bodies would give out. Sweat dripping, red hand prints and many condoms on the floor we’re our usual nights. I began to slowly rub myself with the hot water aimed right for my folds. I remember the night Christian spread me on the kitchen countertop and ate me like it was his last supper. The way his tongue danced and glided around with his fingers slowly penetrating me. All I could feel was pure bliss. Before I knew it, I was even more wet than before as I climaxed and almost fell in the shower from my knees shaking. I knocked over a shampoo bottle and Sam came running in only to see my now very drenched legs and he said “Wow I did a good job.” All I could think was, god this man thinks his two pumps did this?