Methamphetamine

<p>It is only natural for the male brain to be drawn to women in their early years of fertility. When their bodies begin to curve and their tits bulge out, their raging hormones following and creating acts of impulse similar to man's instinct to grab his cock at the sight of a sopping, spread open creamed on pussy. My libido has always been as intense as gasoline poured on a fire. My inability to contain this drive to fuck has always miscarried me in situations that are crucial, such as my teaching assistant position in psych back in my mid twenties, or of more recent, the police officer who committed suicide during their first week of being an outpatient with Dr. Alvarez. <br/> I fucked his wife when she came in to visit her husband. Initially lying that there was a mental competence test, by policy, she had to take privately with a doctor, she had admitted that she wanted to divorce him on count of his mental illness before I even began my series of questioning. Abandonment, in less words. Cheating wives in my psych ward were not uncommon considering how much mental illness in adult males turned women off. It was understandable. I do not believe in judging a human for any choices they make. Life is difficult. <br/> I sit back in my office chair before my computer watching Melody play chess in her lonesome through her laptop camera. She is one of many teens who stupidly leave it open facing their whole bedroom. She is naked, meditating after her shower, indicated by the fact that her hair is wet, using her second nature skills of moving pieces restricted to rules across a board to calm her mind, her beautiful suspicious mind susceptible to all things painful mending into her inner peace and acceptance. Her facial expression is placid, her full lips closed.<br/> Her kissable thighs remain shut the whole time I watch her until she stands up to grab her diary. Undoubtedly it is a purple notebook as dark-shaded like her soul. She takes her favourite pen out and begins writing a flood of words. She remains nude as she journals for the next fifteen minutes. I shoot up some meth in that time frame, allowing the rush to flow to my cock that is kept in my pants this whole time until now. I take it out and slap it against my hand that I easily imagine being her slavish, pretty little face. By now it is fully erect from edging the night before and in the bathroom at the funeral to my thoughts of her. (Don't ask why.)<br/> I stroke myself to Melody. I envision us playing in bed, my need to please her spiking up through my brain and body, begging for me to creep out through the screen, approach her and turn her over on her back. Give her the sexual devotion she so needs. <br/> I am so high on meth. I notice this five minutes into my shot as my cock throbs my hand. Once. Twice. Three times. I groan out loud at the sensation of my cock exploding. I have cum early. Like a profligate, I stare at Melody as I finish, allowing my hand to move slower and slower across the tip. Silky liquid drips onto the floor from my hand that is coated in the thick fluid, something I desire to see on her face tonight, coming to me with some pitiful sob story about her step father attempting to rape her. Something I console her for but jerk off to the moment she is gone. <br/> A powerless woman is not sexy, her submission is.<br/> I watch her for an hour longer until it is time to call Matt in regards to his mission to ensure that girl at his school doesn't kill herself. I always requests reports on patients coming in, similar to documentations made in hospital by nursing and doctor staff. If he doesn't keep up with her, it will be just a lock up, medicate, release situation upon arrival. Which is sadly the process for ninety percent of my patients. <br/> Matt informs me that she has gone missing. I roll my eyes at the odds of the suicidal girl being at her friend's house hiding from an abusive family dynamic or a dangerous gang situation she has got herself into. Matt calls her sexy. His off-tangent comment forces laughter out my mouth. He adds he is going to try and get her to have a threesome with his girlfriend, who I assume isn't even bisexual, before he has her admitted. Legally, in this country, one complaint to the police ends a person in either a hospital visit or a night in a jail cell. It's fucked, he, a criminal, has the authority to snitch on someone for not being in hospital when they are at risk of violating the mental health act. <br/> I shoot up more methamphetamine on the phone with him. He does the same, only with his opiate of choice. Moaning out loud into the phone as his heroin hits him, I avert my eyes, thinking of Melody's moan instead, her thank you's, her voice trailing off as she speaks during her dope daze…<br/> "I wanna stick a needle in her arm." My nephew declares. "H never fails a suicidal person."<br/> "Amen."<br/> </p>