Johnny Wraith Stories

There we were, standing there, the door open, the night and the cold coming in.

 "I'm going for a drive."

"Johnny! Please. You're drunk!

"I'm going for a drive."

"Please. Please."

"Look. I took you out to dinner, gave you roses. More than a dozen red ones. We went to a movie you picked. I was a perfect fucking gentleman. Then, when the time came for me to get a piece of ass, you decided you were too fucking tired to screw."

"You were being so crude. When I came back from brushing my teeth, there you were on the bed without any clothes. Just lying there stroking yourself."

"I wanted some pussy."

"I'm just a piece of meat to you."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. What's wrong with a guy wanting to fuck his girl?"

"You don't care about my pleasure."

"How can I? You're too fucking uptight."

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Let's put it this way. You're the first woman I've ever been with that didn't think getting her pussy licked was the best thing in the whole world."

"I've told you, I don't like it that way."

"That's too fucking bad. I never get it the easy way with you."

"What do you mean?"

"The other girls. Before you. They were always happy to drink a few glasses of wine, laugh a little. I'd eat some pussy then get to fuck however I wanted. It all fell right into place, any night of the week, any time, any place."

"I don't like to drink. You know that. It makes me feel sick. I can't sleep. I don't feel in control of myself."

"That's because you're just too fucking uptight."

"That's not the problem. You want sex every night. Every night."

"What's wrong with that?"

"We're not compatible. Once or twice a week is the most I can take."

"Jesus Christ! So what if I want to screw every night? What's wrong with that? The other girls..."

"THE OTHER GIRLS, the other girls. I'm not the OTHER GIRLS! I can't just do it if I'm not in the mood. I'm not like all your other whores!"

"Shit. Look. If you just said to me, ‘Johnny, will you lick my pussy?' I'd be like ‘Yeah, sure, no problem.'"

"That's because you're always ready for sex. I'm not. It isn't normal."

"Jesus Christ! Don't you see? I'd be doing it for you if you needed to cum. The right thing to do would be to make you cum, if you needed it. Not for me to resist giving you what you needed because the way I felt was more important. Not say, ‘I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood.'"

"You just don't understand."

"GOD DAMNIT! LISTEN TO ME YOU FUCKING BITCH! You didn't go to law school or do anything with your fucking life. Not the way I did. If anyone doesn't fucking understand, IT'S YOU!"

"Don't you talk to me that way!"

"I don't want to fuck you anyway! Besides, how many god-damned times have I told you I liked a girl's pussy shaved? With you, when I am lucky enough to get some fucking snatch, I'm dealing with a god-damned bristle pad."

"Johnny! I've told you. I can't shave it. It grows out and itches. It hurts. I get red bumps."

"Look. I've told you. I'm going for a drive."

"You can't. You're drunk. I can see it in your eyes."

"LOOK YOU FUCKING DUMB BITCH! If I were drunk, I'd still be twice as smart as you! Just shut the fuck up! Leave me alone! You don't know what drunk is!"

"You can't talk to me like that."

"You deserve it. For the way you treat me. Roses, dinner, a movie, and I end up being the only guy in town not getting a piece of ass on Valentine's Day."

Tears welled in her eyes.

"You're an asshole!"

She turned and ran, across the living room and into the bedroom, slammed the door.

"Yeah, go hide in bed. Stupid bitches like to run off and hide in bed when they can't face up."

"You're an asshole!" she yelled from behind the door.

Then she started sobbing aloud, the sound of it muffled behind walls.

I just stood there for maybe 10 minutes, unable to speak, unable to walk away or step forward.  

And all finally went silent.

I sighed with relief, went to the fridge and opened the door. In a side pocket, lodged between a half-gallon of 2% milk and a 2 liter of ginger ale, was a 1.5 liter bottle of Yellow Tail Cabernet Sauvignon. About 1.2 liters were still left and chilled. I took the whole bottle with me into the den, locked the door, and fired up the computer.

I drank straight from the bottle.

Surfed internet porn.

Drank more.

Took off my pants and rubbed my cock hard to the pictures.

Drank more.

Surfed some more porn.

Rubbed my cock more.

Drank more.

Found a hot link to ‘COACH EATS SHAVED CHEERLEADER.'

Ejaculated into a dirty sock and threw the evidence in the closet to dry.

Finished the bottle and threw the empty in the closet as well.

Passed out on the futon wearing only one sock and a t-shirt.

Happy Valentines Day.