Riches

Waking up from an exotic dream where I was president and solving world issues. I would never want to actually have such a position. Not that I don't crave power, I mean that's why I am in the situation I am in now in the first place. I prefer to live in the back scenes instead of the forefront. Its just easier that way. I went downstairs to eat breakfast and start my day.

I knew that I wanted money. Hell I needed it. But I sure as hell wasn't gonna work as a wage **** the rest of my life. So the option was simple. "I wish that the next lottery ticket I buy will be a jackpot winning ticket, the only jackpot winner ensuring I get the full amount all to myself" and snapped my fingers. Now all I had to do was wait until the pot of cash reached an amount that would satisfy me. Currently it was around 500 million. In recent times we have seen it easily hit 1 billion which would be the sweet spot. And unlike the absolute morons that typically win, I would NOT take the cash option. Its simple math, being taxed on 1 billion is more than being taxed on 30 installments of lessor amounts. Essentially taking the 30 year annuity means you get more. Typically the cash option from 1 billion means 400 millions in your pocket, while if you take the 30 year and pay taxes over time you end up keeping about 700 million. Much more right? It only made sense. And being 35 years old I had plenty of time in my life. Getting paid year over year until I was 65? Easy mode.

I decided to play some video games for most of the day. Allison kept sexting me telling me all the things she wants to do with me. Hell she even mentioned getting married. That was pretty crazy indeed. I never had attention like this from a women before. Sure I had girlfriends and even tons of sex. But never anything this intense before. She even spammed me nude photos trying to convince me to "hangout sometime" which just made me hornier and hornier seeing her curvy/thick body. Eventually I told her "maybe if you are a good girl I will come bang your brains out" I said. She just sent back and ahegao face selfie with her tongue sticking out and eyes crossed. I laughed.

Lunch time rolled around and I made me a classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a diet coke. Why not right? I felt like a kid, why not eat like one. I even toasted the bread to give it a nice crunch. It was yummy. While my body had healed, I wanted to get more into shape. I knew that with my body's ability to self heal results should be rather quick. So I put on the first day of p90x and began doing the workout routine. I was back were I had started many years prior to my injury. I could barely do any push ups or sit-ups or chin-ups. However, once I got through the routine once, I sat still for a moment and felt my body energize back to life. Then pressed play again. This time I could do twice as many push ups, sit-ups, and chin-ups. Pretty much the whole routine was easier. And then once again when it was over, I sat still for a moment and my body healed. I did this a few times until I could see some muscle tone in my upper body. Not ripped by any means, but enough that I felt healthier and better looking.

However there had been one thing I always hated, my body hair. I had hair on my chest and a small bit on my back, I hated it. I also happen to have hairy legs and even a hairy ass.... I remember as young teen being smooth all over and preferred that. So I made my next wish. "I wish my body is hairless. The only hair on my body will be the hair on my head, eyebrows, and eyelashes, everywhere else will literally be hair free and perfectly smooth. And my jawline will be manly enough not to need a beard" and snapped my fingers. Instantly all my hair fell off my body like someone blew on a dandelion. The mess was shitty and sort of a "fuck you" moment. I immediately sprung to action cleaning up the hair that fell off my body. Getting it into the trashcan to keep my room clean. New lease on life, no need to act like a dirty slob like I used to be. Plus i had the energy to do so thanks to my regenerative ability.

All this working out had left me with an appetite and lucky for me dinner rolled around. It was Sunday which meant my mother would be making a slow home cooked meal. This time it was pork chops, rice, broccoli, gravy, and stovetop stuffing. I generally only ate the pork/rice/broccoli anyway. So I got my bowl and took it to my room with a diet coke. I woofed it down pretty fast and efficiently. It was delicious. I returned my bowl downstairs to the sink with my fork and then returned to my room and locked my door for some private time.

I found tons of porn to jerk off to. But ended up settling for some hypno-porn and jerked off to that. I came pretty quick but since my body could now keep going I did. And i kept cumming over and over again. To not make a mess I did have the mental acuity to think about cumming without shooting any jizz. So I was basically dry orgasming over and over again which felt amazing. I did this for a few hours actually until I finally went to bed.