The pain shot through me instantly while I sat in traffic. It tore at my insides and I could hardly bear it. I was a few minutes from home and I knew if I could make it there would be no serious accidents.
My eyes shot over to the cd player to see what time it was. 5:23. Fuck, I'm late getting home and this is why this is happening.
A greenlight flashes in front of my eyes yet the assholes in front of me are inching forward slowly. I can't honk at them, it might make things worse. My sides are aching with pain and I am trying not to double over. Fortunately the rest of the drive is trouble free.
I get to my block and speed down towards my house. The clock says 5:26 and I can't take it anymore.I jump out of my car while unfastening my seatbelt and run to the door of my house. I fumble with the keys and nearly drop them trying to unlock the door. It finally opens up.
I rush downstairs, open the door to the bathroom and drop my zipper.
What might arguably be heaven appears before me as I finally am able to piss and eleviate the pain. As I am finishing up I think to myself, "this may be better than an orgasm".
4 comments:
How many times have I come close to shitting my pants or pissing myself in this way.
Too many.
I totally feel your pain.
And you're right, it's right up there with an orgasm.
I can relate to this so much it scares me.
Five minutes in hell, brilliantly
realized, and magnificently
orchestrated.
Bravo.
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Okay,
Father Luke
John,
Remember those Big Slams with Shaq on them? They did it to me every time.
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