Catching Up With The News

I sighed as I carried my groceries including my now soupy ice cream upstairs, eager to just get into my shitty, tiny apartment and find some girl to fuck later, of my own accord.

I put the food up and turned the TV on to the local news, planning to zone out and take a quick two hour nap.

"We take you now live to Ami Takahashi in front of the apartment building where Mr. Thomas, the latest person to be diagnosed with the Three-Hourer disease." The news anchor said and it cut to the rather cute Japanese-American reporter who stood outside my apartment complex.

"That's right, Greg. And it seems that all of Nevada is looking to be used by him, including me. Here is Jenny Lewis, a local college student and neighbor of Mr. Thomas." She says to the camera and interviews a pale, nerdy looking redhead who I'd seen around a couple of times.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me...." I mutter, exasperated as the two ladies start talking about how much they want to screw me.

Even with the diseases' added stamina, I was feeling exhausted by all of this attention and sexual harassment I was getting. Was it this hard for other EDPs?

Laying down on my couch and tuning out the newscast for now, I quickly looked up to see if there was advice or tips from other EDPs online.

After many failed searches that mainly yielded people talking about EDP porn and how they wish they had the disease as well as people just role playing having the disease, I wondered if things would be easier if I just went with the flow of things and just embraced this ailment, fucking until I died.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.