If Tramadol tapped into the kaleidoscope in my brain, doromania jackhammered on the dopamine door, saying, 'release yourself into the bloodstream, or else I’ll dynamite your door off. '
Energy came from somewhere.
If harnessed, Olympian feats could be accomplished.
Personally, I preferred the gentler river cruise down River Consciousness, watching the fireworks explode, dissolve, explode, just like the ebb and flow of time itself.
Dopamine was the present.
It made you salivate at the prospect of a happy tug.
All that mattered was the now, watching Cindy wank your cock.
The fact that Cindy was from Hong Kong kicked in the dopamine even more.
I wonder if I pay her more, she will blow me off.
It never happened. But the anticipation of it happening only released more dopamine into the system. If I played it cool, she might give me a banana boat. If I played it cool, she might jump on my face.
If you project it, it will most certainly manifest itself with the help of ‘juice.’
And throw in your friend, I said, she’s a real beauty.
Swipe of the card, which is another one hundred dollars well spent.
One tugging, the other smothering my face between her thighs.
But in the outside world of Happy Tugs, life wasn’t so warm and wet.
It was just cold. And there are people who did not like me living out of a car.
I did not like living out of a car.
I really could see their point.
