A soft glow seeped out from the crack of the door.

Carefully fumbling in her purse, she took out her blusher and carefully dusted her smudged skin. Dropping it back into her purse, she took a deep breath and took a step forward, turning the door knob open.

A shrivelled old man, seemingly in his 60s lay motionless on the king-size bed, his eyes fixed onto a copy of Golf Today. The bedside lamp illuminated a soft glow on his wrinkled face, the pale contour emphasizing on the years that he has established.

Fuck, he's awake.

"Hi honey, not asleep yet?" She asked, trying hard to make it sound like a casual remark.

"Unf." The man gruntled, his eyes seem like they were not going to leave the magazine anytime soon.

"I was at Mark's." Her heavy breathing was letting her impatience come into light.

"Uh huh."

"We had dinner. He cooks a wonderful pasta. I managed to snitched the recipe from his tight lips, much thanks to the bottle of-"

"I see."

The man's reply were cold, stale and reeked of a lack of interest. Her eyes stumbled to its edges, patience starting to run out of good virtue for her.

"We made out and had a long, steamy session of hot sex. He fucked me raw and came probably 10 times inside me! He said I give the best blowjobs and had really tight lips WELL I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED SINCE MY OWN HUSBAND DOESN'T EVEN GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME THAT HE FORGETS ITS MY BIRTHDAY TONIGHT!"

Tears were welling at the corner of her uptight eyes, her fists clenched onto her dress tightly.

"Well, happy birthday then."

The woman opened her mouth, only to let out strings of words she couldn't put into order or any sense for the matter. She shut her lips as they shuffled tightly across each other and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. Pale and muffled echoes of curses was heard drifting out of the house.

The man put the magazine down, reached out for the glasses on the table and put them on. Picking up the magazine again, his eyes quickly returned to where it has been blindly staring at for the past 5 hours.

Who's gonna drive you home tonight? says:
worried she'll dump him

Who's gonna drive you home tonight? says:
too busy with school

The only way out, is letting your guard down. says:
ow

The only way out, is letting your guard down. says:
ahh.

The only way out, is letting your guard down. says:
secondary school

The only way out, is letting your guard down. says:
its always that or after sex

The only way out, is letting your guard down. says:
isnt it

The only way out, is letting your guard down. says:
;\

So they say sex is the best feeling anyone could accquire in their meaningless years of tax and water bills.

So they say. She chuckled, taking another puff on her intoxicating cigaratte. The street was as good as dead, cars amounting to less than three. She took a good tug at her left breast, wincing as she acknowledged another new bruise inflicted on her old ones aplenty.

Man, was he brutal. He lacked the elegance, but all was forgiven when the beast in him unleashed a massive army of teeth all over her filthy plains.

"Too much warcraft." She muttered to herself, shaking her head as she made a mental note never to touch that stupid game again.

She was sore all over, her vagina seemingly stretched big enough to fit an entire third world nation. The orgasm has gradually given way to her infinite worries, her mortal world re-opened its door as she unwillingly trudged towards it.

honeybuns: I'm so excited to finally meet you!
jock21: Yeah.. we have so much in common. We could talk all nite long.
honeybuns: ;)
jock21: What was that wink abt.. hehe.
honeybuns: Go figure. Anyway, don't you have football practice today?
jock21: Oh.. i'm taking a rain check. Rather meet you up anyways :D
honeybuns: Haha ok i gotta go change already. Can't wait hunky.
jock21: Kk.. see ya later.
honeybuns has quit IRC
jock21 is now known as exec42

She licked her lips as the flacid penis before her eyes was hurriedly stuffed back into the trousers. Trailing a finger across her cheek, she scooped up a glob of cum and gently sucked it with her messy lips, the erotic shade of maroon smudged all over the corners of her mouth. Too engrossed in savouring what's left of the night, she failed to realise that the man has made his way out of the room, slapping a stack of notes on her face before he left.

A mouthful of cum and cash enough for a new wardrobe. Being the woman of simple pleasures, she was indeed satisfied.