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Click hereThe day was brutal. It was hot, hard work and I was so pleased not to be struggling through it with a hangover. It also meant that I had little time to think through the events of the last eighteen hours or so. But every time I went past the finance office door I had a pang of guilt.
I was very subdued when I got home.
"There you are! How was the party?" said Mum as she bustled over the joint of beef, basting it before returning it to the oven. My mouth started to water from the amazing smell.
"Good fun, thanks."
"Is that it? Come on, I need details! What's their house like? Who was there? What did you get up to?"
Mum's infectious good humour slowly pulled me out of my funk and I got to the stuff that I knew she wanted to hear about.
"Their house is enormous. It's over near Rotherwick and is so far down a lane that you think you've gone the wrong way!"
"I knew it would be huge. McConnell's been running that biotech firm for a while now," said Dad.
"Well, it is huge but it's also really ugly."
"No! Really?"
I regaled them with details about the house, the grounds, the river at the bottom ("that'll be the River Loddon", "hush, you're interrupting") and the pool. I carefully edited out the parts where it had got a bit out of hand but stressed that I'd surprised myself by having fun.
"You just needed to get out and stretch your wings a bit, sweetie."
"And how was the hangover this morning? Did you make it through work alright?"
"I didn't drink that much to be honest, and like I said, there was plenty of pizza and BBQ stuff. Add in a kill or cure Maccie D's breakfast and I was fine. Heavy day at work though."
They commiserated with me over my favourite roast dinner. Roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, horseradish sauce, crispy roast potatoes and lovely thick gravy. It was to die for.
Throughout dinner, no amount of questioning was going to pry out any more details. About all that I'd admit to was that it had got a bit frisky in the pool. They finally stopped the inquisition and after the usual Sunday evening TV, I went to bed.
As I lay there I tried to get my head around my feelings. My guilt over Fiona was overwhelming. I also couldn't reconcile my feelings about what I'd done with Christine. A part of me found it repulsive and barbaric. The other part thought that it was sexy as hell. My cock certainly thought as much. I couldn't help it and ended up masturbating to the memory.
I drifted off to sleep completely unaware of what the following week had in store for me.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous5 months agoThe thing I never quite get in these types of stories is why he gets in a relationship when anyone with at least 2 functioning brain cells can tell he's going to be going around sticking his dick in anything that lets him. It seems like a common plot device to add drama that is all too contrived in my opinion. The relationship should come at the end, if ever, once he's had his fun with his powers and wants to settle down etc. And all too often the MC tends to way overthink things, all yammering on about morals and such and such. Man the fuck up, get your alpha shoes on, and own that shit. Morals and ethics are for those without these kinds of awesome supernatural powers ;)
Tonyusmc3051over 2 years agoOk so Jake is wearing pink sissy panties in the chapter and I don't think I can read about him wearing the frilly yellow sissy panties in the next chapter. Any indication that he will try to have his own cock surgically removed and I will bail. If you had grown up eating peanut butter and jelly through high school. At the end of the school year, you hit the lotto for $1 billion and you continue to eat peanut butter and jelly. Then you feel guilty for eating at McDonald's, I don't feel like reading the story of your life. Morals great, no problem. Not wanting to not whore around, I get it. No problem. But when you become the same thing that you have been trying to stick your cock in for 4 years. Here is a tampon, I am not interested!
maddictover 2 years agoA good question, Jake doesn't handle alcohol any better than the rest of us. Although he can be proud to prove "resistance doesn't have to be futile".
I think Jake is handling him self very well considering ( I don't mean his beating off).
The girls are just impossible to ignore (!)
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoExcellent chapter once again. I always find it interesting when someone who is genuinely good person gets some sort of power and is conflicted over when and how to use it. Most people would probably screw around to see what the power does but the you have that ultimate decision of “do I purposely limit my uses or even put rules into effect so I don’t go too far” and I wonder how many would just say screw it and do whatever they wanted. You made a very interesting character with Jake and I cannot wait to see what happens with his life.
J.D.
