I dunno, I'm thinking!

Daisy

Is there a more resigned way to masturbate, than the ol' pants off, shirt on, legs spread on the couch? There's just something about it that screams 'I need this, and I don't care who knows, or what I look like.'

I didn't care, not really. Rae liked me because I was an insatiable sex toy.

It was the fantasy that was upsetting me. I just wish it wasn't about that thing next door.

I couldn't stop thinking about how I was sitting on his lap the other night. I felt so small. Rae is older than me, and dominates me so well, but we're pretty much the same size. There was something about how much bigger than me he was, and how close to him I felt on his lap that was making this masturbation session replace my breakfast.

"Masturbating first thing in the morning?" Rae entered the room, looking sexy in her skin tight uniform. At least I wasn't a filthy hetero like Miranda. "The sister you met yesterday must have been quite something."

I whined a bit, and shook my head. "She was new and boring." Rae was eating an apple, and watching me with those eyes of hers. "Was I bad at eating pussy when you first met me?"

She nodded, and I felt very embarrassed for opening myself up to that. "You did not like the way I tasted at all, but I trained you, and look at you now." I felt kind of proud about that. Rae really helped me turn my life around. "What are you?"

I moaned and rubbed a little faster. "Your squirt guzzling fuck pig." I smiled as the words left my lips, and my pussy buzzed with joy. I was so thankful she'd freed me from the curse of that fantasy.

"So if it's not this mystery woman, then what's got you so worked up?"

"I've had this fantasy stuck in my head all morning."

"Anything I'd like?"

"Oh I don't know." I bit my lip. "It'd involve you absolutely dominating me."

"Well I'm not used to that." She lied. "But I guess if it made you happy, you could call me mistress."

I gulped. My chest was swelling with tension. If you've ever confessed a fetish to your partner, you know this feeling. "Well actually, I was thinking you might let me... call you Mommy?"

Brett

“I have some meetings to go to today.” Miranda zipped herself up in her wet suit. “Are you going to be okay by yourself today?”

“That depends.” I stretched out on the couch. “Can I leave the apartment?”

She grimaced. “I dunno. I don’t like the idea of you being out there with all those… women.”

“I can stay in, if it makes you happy.”

“You won’t be board? I know there’s no T.V.”

“Are you kidding?” I held up a paperback. “I still have all the great feminist works, to get through.”

She beamed at that. “I’m so happy you’re getting used to it here. Say. I didn’t get to take you to the restaurant I wanted to last night. So let's go today. When I get back.”

“That sounds wonderful. What time will that be?”

She shrugged. “Probably around 5:00.”

“Awesome, can’t wait.” I kept the smile plastered on my face, until she went out the front door. At which point I threw the book over my shoulder.

She has to have the Wi-Fi password written down somewhere!

(Jasmine Fischer: +1)(-99SP)

Oh, my beloved must have just woken up.

Yes come to me my dear. Like Dracula I shall wait with supreme patience, knowing that fate now draws you unerringly towards me.

But that was 199 days from now!

On day 1, I rushed into Miranda's bedroom, as of yet unexplored territory. It was a cool little room, with a big bed to hold plenty of lesbians. I opened up her closet and saw a wide arsenal of jeans and blouses. “Jesus she’s like a cartoon character.” She had a few miscellaneous boxes, one of them filled with photos, but none of that was Wi-fi material.

I went to her dressers and opened up all the drawers. There were some prescription pills, a few paper backs, a vibrator. But no password!

Come on!

I went to another dresser, which seemed completely dedicated to her collection of strapons. “Fun.” I admired a few pieces in her collection. Then imagined her with Rae bent over in front of her. “Nice.”

But not a password!

I checked my watch and tried to connect with the signal raw.

Password:

It asked.

“Fuck! Why do they have Wi-fi? No one in this city has a phone!” I gasped, a realization coming over me. “The Coffee store!” It might be a shot in the dark, but it might be just what I need!

I threw on some clothes and was out the door before you could say decaff-soy-latte-with two pumps of caramel.

Time to wander the fascist empire all by myself.

Oh geez, I was getting anxiety just thinking about it.

Not that there should be any reason for a harmless black man to just wander a neighborhood, but if there was, I was saved from that trauma just by opening my door. Right next to me, only twenty feet away, or so was my neighbor Daisy, along with my wife Jasmine.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jasmine rolled her eyes when she saw me. She then jostled the paper bag full of groceries she was carrying. “You live next door?”

“You know each other?” Daisy asked, looking at me innocently.

“We’re married.” Jasmine chuckled, with .5% less contempt than the day before.

“Wow.” Daisy was a really bad actor. “That’s crazy, you’re THAT Jasmine?” She already knew?

“This is who you had sex with?” I asked Jasmine in disbelief. How could a person go from me, to… I don’t even know what Daisy was. Dangerous.

“You told him?” Daisy giggled, and acted all coy and embarrassed. Though she wasn’t hiding how happy she was with my confusion. “That was private.”

“When did you two meet?”

“I’m getting bored.” Jasmine turned away from me, and pushed the door open with her foot, but Daisy actually jumped in to answer the question.

“Yesterday morning. It was crazy, I was going for a jog around her apartment, and we just found each other.”

“Did you… go looking for her?” I was asking Daisy now, fully aware and Lucid that I’d told her about Jasmine’s existence at the dinner.

“Sit boy.” Jasmine growled. She slipped past Daisy and went inside as I convulsed on the ground like a fish.

Daisy grinned and crouched down over me. “It’s a good thing you were leaving, we can be a little loud when we’re fuuuucking. Wouldn’t want to upset my neighbor.” I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off. “Sit boy!” She giggled as she watched me flop around, and when I stopped she headed inside without another word.

“Oww.” I sobbed on the floor, and rolled onto my back. My eyeballs were going to explode if they kept doing that. Maybe I should give up on the Wi-Fi, and work on disabling this collar.

Instead I decided to give up on the Wi-Fi and put my efforts into creeping on my wife. I’d been in enough apartments to know that you can always always always hear your neighbors having sex. I had to know what was going on in there. Daisy had specifically gone after Jasmine after what I’d done to her, that was beyond a doubt. Consequences did exist! This was horrible.

She better not hurt Jasmine, that’s all I’m saying.

I explored Miranda’s apartment, checking to see which walls were closest to Rae’s apartment. The answer was the bathroom, and Miranda’s room. The bedroom had a vent on the wrong side of the apartment, but there was a vent in the bathroom just above the toilet that was perfect. I stood above the porcelain throne, and stretched on my toes to get as close to the vent as possible.

“Mmmmrumma mmmmpa.”

It worked! Holy crap. But it was all too distorted to make out.

So I ran to the kitchen, and dug around under the sink until I found a tool box. Grabbed a screwdriver and then unscrewed the bolts from the vent.

“Madaphepa dooga mecki bruha heheheh.”

That was a little better, but I was still coming from too far away. Damn.

I checked the time. Then stared at my watch. Then I casually went to the recording app.

“That could work.”

I could set it to record, and throw it in there, but how was I going to get it back out?

“Hello, I’d like to buy twenty feet of wire.” I put the cable up on the checkout counter, and tried not to admire the pretty young young lady in a brown smock glaring at me.

“I’m not giving YOU wire. ****.”

“Hello I ‘d like to buy this garden hose.” I said to a less pretty less young woman at the pool supply store. She was wearing a blue smock.

“So it is true, they brought an actual man to Skyros.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Well there goes the neighborhood.” Classy.

“So the hose?”

“I’m not giving you anything. If you want this, your woman is going to have to pick it up. Someone has to stand up for our values around here.”

I nodded. “We should all be brave enough to defend hatred like you do. Listen, my woman wanted me to pick this up for her. So you’re actually hurting her by doing this. Me? I don’t care if she hits me with a rubber hose, or a riding crop.”

The woman just glared and pointed to a sign that read. ‘This Establishment does not serve men.”

“You guys already made signs?” They were on the ball I’ll give them that.

“Hello, I'd like a green tea latte, and about fifty straws please.” I smiled politely at the woman in the green smock. Skyros had a deadass Starbucks down here, can you believe that?

To my delight, she actually took my order, and pointed over to the self serve area, for straws. Perfection.

“And um, what’s the Wi-Fi password around here?”

I took a swig from my latte, then set it down so I could tape the final straw to the pole I’d created. This is why man was master of the universe. We could make sticks out of straws, **** on that dolphins! Once that was in place I taped my watch to the tip of the pole, set it to record, and started feeding the device through the vent.

I was giggling like a lunatic.

“Man like using tools.” I declared to no one in particular.

Once the length of my improvised pole was exhausted I took a seat on the toilet, and waited.

The Wi-Fi had been a bust. Even the Starbucks didn’t know how to access it. Which was, a major bummer.

If not them, who?

It was coming down to Miranda again. She was actually in their army, right? Surely she’d know about it. I was finding it strange that this place had Wi-Fi at all, when they didn’t even have television broadcasts. Who was using it? And what did they do in their free time? No wonder everyone around here but me was having sex. There was nothing to do!

At some point I crossed my arms, and closed my eyes. Maybe if I focused hard I could make out what was being said. Just block out everything aaaaaaaaand I’m asleep.

Zzzzzz.

“Brett are you okay? What’s that noise?”

I jolted awake, and fell off the can in a panic. “Aaah! I’m fine. I just fell asleep on the toilet. I’m fine, we’re all good here. How are you?”

“I’m wondering why you sound so worried, and why you’re in my bathroom.”

Eeeek! I jumped onto the toilet and started bolting up the vent. Screw my watch. I was going to lose that thing if she knew I was using it to spy on our neighbors.

My instincts were right, because about five seconds after I bolted that thing up, she opened the door. There I was pants around my ankles, staring up at her, and trying to keep my breathing even. "How was work?"

"Why are you in my bathroom?"

"Well I... it smells like you in here. I guess I missed you more than I thought I would."

"Aww." She held her hand to her chest. "That's sweet, but please use the other bathroom. You may want to smell me." She booped me on the nose. "But I sure don't want to smell you." She went went over to the shower and turned it on.

"Don't worry I'm not using it. I just like to think."

"How very male." She looked me over for a second. "Well, get out. I have to get ready for our dinner."

I nodded, got to my feet, and pulled my pants up carefully. I couldn't let her see the screwdriver I had in my pocket. I'd be busted for sure. "What kind of restaurant is this? Fancy? Family style?"

"Fancy." She tested the water with her hand.

"Miranda's taking me for a fancy date, how about that?"

She huffed. "You think you're so special."

"Only because I get to be with you."

"Aww." She pouted again, and turned towards me this time. She had a sad kind of look on her face, but one that came from tender feelings. "No one down here is sweet to me like you are." She wrapped me up in a hug. (Miranda Hari:+1)(-22sp)

"That's sad."

Unable to produce a good comeback, she pressed into me. Miranda squirmed against me for a moment before "Aww gross!" She felt the screwdriver in my pocket.

"What?"

"You men can't have one emotional moment, with thinking about sex. It's incredible."

It was about that time I figured out what had happened. "Oh, yes yeah, sorry about that. I was thinking about you in the shower."

"Unbelievable."

I stuffed my hand in my pockets. "Haha, my bad. I'll just leave you to your shower. Don't want to waste that warm water." I slinked out of the room before I brought any more attention to my pants.

I put the screwdriver back where I found it, and headed for my own bathroom. After all, I needed to get ready for my date.