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| Mr_Bone |
The Now
I've been here since September 2008. My first reaction to my new surroundings - and the crippling depression I was thrust into - was to drink. Alcohol. In great quantity. Huge quantity. At least fifty units. Every day. The next two years are thus something of a terrible blank, punctuated by various life-altering and troublesome moments including armed police raiding my house, nights and days spent in police cells, solicitor's offices and crown court appearances; the local youths besieged my house on more than one occasion, smashing windows and spraying graffiti; I was robbed during a home-invasion and eventually attacked by a posse of teenagers one night, resulting in my being convicted for assault and ABH. Hence the supervision order.
For much of this time I fervently avoided anything to do with women. It was the only way I could stop myself - I thought - from going out and raping someone, such is my incompetance at finding sexual partners. You see, generally speaking, they find me. I'm rubbish. I therefore shut myself away in my house and spent my time watching lots of films and television that had no erotic or sexual connotations whatsoever. I tried to forget that women even existed and by so doing was able to go for months at a time without so much as a dry wank.
I tried getting back into things a couple of times, laying off the drink, chatting to old friends and such, but my thoughts turned again to lusty pursuits and I'd end up spending days or weeks feverishly pulling my pudding up to eight times a day. With no sex forthcoming I would drop back into a deeper depression and start drinking again. Last year I tried making more of an effort, attending the Cambridge munch a few times. Then a dear friend of mine attempted a daring rescue, sweeping me off to a nearby club one night, bringing with him a young lady with whom I have been besotted for five years or more, and of whom I still dream regularly. Unfortunately for me my penis got a puncture and I was not up to the job. I guess a spit-roast was a trifle ambitious in retrospect. Still, I got to watch my beloved friend fuck my beloved girl before my hungry eyes, though I can only express my deep gratitude for his kind gesture and I love the man to bits. Even the bit that dropped onto my carpet...
The blackest of depressions followed, during which I battened down the hatches and kept them battened until just a few days ago. My drinking is back down to more sensible levels now (maybe fifteen units a week), but I've hardly switched on my PC in two years and I decided to check my mail. This led to me realising that I've been invited to attend a well-known London fetish-industrial club by a gorgeous Icelandic woman of my former acquaintance. For some reason I then switched on my messenger and within a few minutes was talking to other gorgeous women I dream about. One of them saddened me somewhat with news of her latest manfriend, but the other offered me a webcam show on Friday night...
I can feel a shandy coming on already. In fact, I've had four since yesterday evening.
| 14 Jan 11, 12:03 AM xXx_scarlet_xXx UK, 4 yrs |
What an interesting and more believable place this would be if everyone had your honesty. Go get 'em tiger, sober though ay? x
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| 14 Jan 11, 12:10 AM Mr_Bone UK(CB), 6 yrs |
Ha! Honesty is one thing, but I've left the worst bits out. I doubt many people could take it... XxX I've seen things people wouldn't believe - yet all such moments will be lost in time... Like tears in rain... |
| 14 Jan 11, 9:10 AM Jezzebelle UK, 10 yrs |
I think we all hold somethings back, the darkest things that we think will make people run a mile at the realisation of what humanity is capable of in it's blackest moments. http://www.flickr.com/photos/jezzebelle/ |
| 14 Jan 11, 1:07 PM Hells_Bells UK(G), 7 yrs |
Glad to have you back, Boney. x Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read. ~ Groucho Marx |
