company won’t pay – I make them pay double. I have several company contracts. I’m the guy a business owner or CEO calls when he’s got a situation on his hands dealing with an accident, workman’s comp issues, all of that shit. People trust me. I’ve earned it. The job has its perks.
Since my salary allows it, I can travel wherever the hell I want to. When I had more time, I was able to meet beautiful women from all over the fucking world. I had my choice of pussy, but no one could tie me down…
Because I can’t be still.
Yeah, I definitely like being lost. Lost is where I’m found.
I never wanted to settle down. The world is too damn big, bold, bad and beautiful to not get thoroughly immersed in. Wanderlust is my middle name. I travel in my mind when I can’t move my feet. I make fantasies come true. A Satyr is a revolting creature… yet coveted. Looked down upon, yet praised. Grotesque, yet stunning. He is one of the ugliest and most beautiful beasts. And that’s me, through and through.
On the inside, I’m depravity personified. I write these little motivational notes to try and cling to the sliver of humanity I have left. There ain’t much, but there’s a tiny light in here somewhere. I didn’t have a fucked-up homelife – can’t blame it on that. Nah, everything wasn’t perfect, but I was fortunate for the most part and I knew it. This is just… who the hell I am. I came into the world twisted and disturbed. I answered to no one. This worked for me.
Then a woman like Yasmine fuckin’ Prince enters the picture… an undercover Nymph.
Nymphs have always been the ruin of Satyrs. They want to constantly fuck, and no one can outfuck a Satyr, except a Nymph. They can withstand a brutal fucking. They can take a big cock in every hole and not complain. They can love you in spite of yourself. They can make you feel like shit, if they reject you…
I am falling for this woman. I have strong feelings for her and it’s like I know everything about her. Her next thought, her moves, her ways… She called me a while ago, and wants me to call her back. I know what it is. She’s going to try to cancel. I bet something came up at work. I can’t let her do that though, because even though it’s probably legit, it’s still a power move on her part. She’s always testing me, whether she knows it or not. It’s subconscious. Yasmine is the type of woman who can’t get off on a man she can manipulate or trick. So this has to be nipped in the bud.
Yasmine is getting out of control…
She’s calling me, demanding things… testing the waters. That happens sometimes, the realization that your life is changing and you have become addicted to something dark and cold. ME.
She’s power hungry. That’s what happens to girls like her. They had to fight all the time to get scraps, and when they are confronted with a guy like me, they still want to wear the pants. But that’s all a lie. She REALLY wants me to discipline her. It makes her feel better when I take her down. Then seal it all with a kiss.
I plucked women like flowers from a garden, grapes from a vine. I found one that was different from the others…
She saw me coming, she started running, and now she’s cumming…
While deciding what to wear for his date, Nixon grabbed his cell phone off the dressing room counter in his closet and dialed his heart’s number.
“Hey, Nix. Thanks for calling me back so soon.” He pulled out a sock drawer and perused his choices. “Uh, there’s been a change of plans.”
He smirked. So predictable. I know her so well.
“Are you still coming by?” He feigned ignorance. “We’re supposed to go out this evening, then come back to my place.” He selected a gray pair of socks.
“Unfortunately, no.” She sighed. “I was really looking forward to it, baby, but I have to work late tonight. I just found out an hour ago. Sorry for the last-minute notice but there’s a really big case, the one I discussed with you briefly this morning. That’s what I was calling about. Let’s see, damn… it’s almost 7:00 PM now, and I’m still here. It’s going to be a while, too. In fact, almost everyone is still here