Tuesday, October 30, 2007

You know I got Seoul(294)

He was so much better than this once. Once upon a time, he was hopeful, young, and smart.

He met Minka at a small coffee shop across town. As he sat there staring at her monstrously huge chest, he realized that he may have made a mistake. No one that saw them together would forget this woman. It was only a matter of time until Ava found out that he was seeing Minka.

He didn’t want to lose his wife just for a fling- nay, an experiment with this balloon-chested freak.

he knew that he needed to break it off. He couldn’t chance ruining all that he had, not this time. But as he opened his mouth to try and explain to Minka that it had all been a mistake, he couldn’t speak. He was paralyzed- he found this woman so bizarre in her appearance that he had to have her.

He knew that it was a mistake, but he had to be inside this woman.

They paid for their coffee and headed towards her house. Once there, they were going at it as soon as the door closed. She tried to talk to him in English, but he told her that it wasn’t necessary. All he had to go by to determine if he was doing his duty was a smattering of Vietnamese phrases, moans, and groans.

It was rough, dirty, and raw. It went on for about an hour, and then they passed out. An hour later, they were at it again. When they finally made their way to the bedroom, he noticed that they were surrounded by mirrors. He could see himself thrusting again and again violently into the wild Vietnamese porn star with the freakish chest. He watched himself as his fucked and realized that he was not a horrible person- merely the victim of a horrible world. Everyone around him had convinced themselves that their silly little rules- no kissing, n men, girls only, no missionary- had released them from the hell they lived in and allowed them to have real relationships. They had convinced themselves that it was all just a job.

But it wasn’t a job. It was Gomorra. They lived in hell. Any vow he had taken with his wife had gone out the window the first time he allowed some man other than himself to ejaculate on her face. This was not just a job. It was a violent, sad, suicidal life.

As he forced himself into Minka’s distended hindquarters, he began to cry. He didn’t know how he’d survived this long, but this was the last day. Today was the last time he’d allow himself to be a part of this horrible world. when he finished, he was disgusted at her and himself. she had never even asked him his name. she probably thought that he was a producer; she probably thought that he could do something to further her sinking career.

he left without saying a word

Two days later, Hogarth would receive a call- his brother Randall was missing…

3 Comments:

Blogger LA said...

how is your goal coming? are you way ahead of goal?

October 30, 2007 at 1:21 PM  
Blogger J'Mza said...

do you mean the story a day goal? i'm about a week ahead, thank you.

October 30, 2007 at 8:04 PM  
Blogger LA said...

congrats!!! so you should up your goal...

October 31, 2007 at 6:51 AM  

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