Page 5 of A Cock and Bull Story
“That sounds delightful,” Arthur concurs and everyone else agrees.
“Wonderful! I’ll bring something American for you all to try! I have everyone’s number and you all have mine. Well, notyou, Mr. Cockchafer,” she adds with a sultry look in my direction that has my body humming in awareness, “but you can get it from Jack or someone else. Please, call me day or night if anyone needsanything. Until next week!”
She blows us all a kiss and practically skips away.
“What. . . what the fuck just happened?” I mumble out loud, making Sian giggle.
“I don’t know, but I love her already,” she attests.
“As long as her ‘American’ meal isn’t burgers and fries,” Jack jokes and I grin.
An absolutely gorgeous American half-breed shifter mutt. . .
Now, I’ve seen it all.
Ipractically run from the basement before I shame myself and jump someone,but who could blame me?With all that muscle, soft skin, and raw sensuality, it’s like my fellow SA members werebeggingme to get down and dirty with them.
I hoped for a little more from the meeting, but I understand that I kind of derailed everything as the newcomer. Everyone seems genuinely shocked about my sexual involvement in . . .well,everything. Apparently, they all only had individual vices. For that, I’m envious. It would be so much easier to ignore my addiction if I only craved large veiny dicks with a left curve, right? It would seriously narrow down my options.
But when you want to fuck anyone and everyone?
Well, it’s like dropping a kid off in a candy store and telling them that they can only smell and look, but never touch and taste.
Basically—impossible.
I spend the rest of my return trying not to masturbate openly on the train. You read that right—I totally got myself off before a bunch of strangers. I mean that’s a turn-on in itself. Fuck. . .is this my first relapse?No, you can only have thoseafteryou’ve completed the program. Phew. Ok, I’m still on track.
But, no more clicking the mouse.
Wait—is that even a rule?
Is that even fair?!
I mean, alcoholics abstain from hard liquor, but they can have wine and shit, right?
I pull out my phone and search, but nothing helpful really comes up. On a real downer note, apparently, recovering alcoholics can’t haveanykind of booze.Can you believe that?!If I’m following that terrible directive, does that mean sexwith myselfis off-limits, too? Time to ask a fellow SA member.
Which is totallynota ploy to text one of them!
Who would most likely be helpful and down for a little sexting?
Oh, Jesus, is sexting banned, too?
I’m going to need a freaking list of what I can and cannot do.
The slippery dick probably knows. I bet he’ll be happy to lend me a hand. Maybe some fingers. Maybe his whole fist. We’ll see how I’m feeling after we talk.
BELLE: Hey, you super slipper dick 12, is clicking the mouse something I can still do?
THEO: . . .
BELLE: You know, can I pet my kitty?
THEO: It’s your kitty, right? We encourage one another to accept our other forms. So, pet away, I guess?
BELLE: Thank fuck! Wanna send me a pic ofyourslippery dick, pretty please 12?
THEO: Sure. . . here you go.
