The Sleeper Has Awakened
I’m stopped at a red light on my way to work. I look over at the car next to me and see an average-looking woman using the rearview mirror to put her makeup on. I imagine her sucking my cock followed by me fucking her in several positions and finally blowing my load all over her freshly made-up face. This immediate reaction to a woman who is only averagely attractive is something I haven’t experienced in a long time.
Once I get to work I stop in the coffee shop on the first floor to get a coffee and some gum. The girl who works the register, the same girl who has worked the register every morning for the past year or so, the girl who is probably in her late twenties, who is about five foot four and about two hundred pounds with a pierced eyebrow, hands me back my change and I can’t help wondering what her pussy tastes like and wondering what her asshole looks like when you’re fucking her doggy style and wondering if she gets many offers for no-strings-attached sex because she’s so unattractive and wondering what her reaction would be to such an offer made by me. I take my coffee and gum and get in the elevator.
A woman gets in with me. She’s unremarkable in every way: slightly older than me, average body, average face, bad perfume. I imagine biting her nipples and fingering her. I look down and can’t see a panty line under the skirt she’s wearing. I imagine fucking her hard against the wall of the elevator. She gets off on the next floor without making eye contact.
On my floor I pass several female coworkers, all of whom I see every day and none of whom has provoked any sexual thoughts since I’ve known them. I think about fucking them all in various positions, in various combinations, concluding with loads deposited in various locations on their respective persons.
I get to my desk and I’m almost ready to rape somebody in my office. This is the horniest I’ve been in a long fucking time. It’s almost like I can taste every woman’s pussy in the air as I pass her. I look out at Holly sitting at her desk. I look at her ass and accurately picture it naked sliding up and down on my dick.
At first I thought fucking Holly might just slake my thirst for sex. I thought it might actually make my relationship with my wife better. I thought it might quell my need to fuck, so that Alyna and I could exist in a more platonic relationship, which is clearly what she wants. But sitting at my desk, looking out at every woman in my office and imagining their pussies in my face as I eat them out—even Sandra Thomas, who is easily sixty-five years old and has a severe limp—I realize that fucking Holly has had the opposite effect.
Fucking Holly has awakened something in me that was asleep for a long time, for years. I am truly alive again.