Stinky Steve 소설 & 이야기

Sure I'd seen a lot of unfamiliar faces, but they were only a few at a time, in usual groups of twos or threes. This though, was unnerving as it seemed like they were all watching my every move. I took my first step. Someone scoffed. My eyes followed the sound to see a guy with brown mop-like hair, staring at me with disdain. His grey shirt had a food stain on it, but he didn't seem to mind. "Is Alessandro fucking this one too?"

Stink shrugging, "You act like I didn’t clean up after. Look, the cushions ain’t even sticky." I scream, "...Stephen!" Stink sighs, "My bad, my bad! I just figured you’d be out late. You are always out late on Fridays. Me and the homies needed a spot to chill, that’s all." I scoff, “ FYI, you must have me confused with someone else because I never stay out late, and actually, it is late, almost 2 am. Chill? That's what we callin’ it now? You had a girl in my silk robe, sipping on my Simply Peach juice, and, was that my lavender honey body oil all over the floor?!"

The smell of motor oil and decay filled my nostrils, mixing with the metallic scent of my own blood. In front of me was Steve, and seeing his face clearly for the first time since last night in the alley made my jaw clench with rage. He was shorter than I remember, with greasy hair and cold eyes that reminded me of a snake. His cheap suit was wrinkled, and cigarette smoke clung to him like a foul cloud. He was extending his phone in front of my face, the screen glowing bright blue in the dim warehouse light.

Up close, he smelled like pine and smoke, a comforting mix that made my stomach flutter unexpectedly. "Over there, by the sorting table," I said, pointing. Our fingers brushed as he handed me the manifest, and a spark jumped between us, warm against the drafty air. "Thanks. I'm Stevie, by the way. I run this chaos." "Jacob," he said, smiling faintly, lines crinkling at his eyes. "Heard about the drive. Figured I'd lend a hand. Beats sitting home alone with a tree that won't light right."

She turned her head and asked them, "You think you might want to watch a couple of old ladies eat each other's pussies?" They all quickly agreed that they did, but Steve's polite reply of, "Oh, yes! Please, Mrs. M! That would be awesome!" amused her given the circumstances. Steve was probably James's best friend and the one he had known the longest. He had spent many nights at their house and Darlene really liked him. He was black, handsome, and a bit taller than the others. He had the trim, athletic body of a swimmer, a tight, round ass, and an erection befitting his physical stature, his youth, and his ethnicity. Darlene had always wondered about that. She knew it was stereotyping, but dam

I began, but my dad cut me off with a scowl. "Enough with the unnecessary pleasantries, come here." I hid my hurt and walked towards them, trying not to gag at Steve's putrid breath. "Is this the Omega?" he asked, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. My parents nodded, pushing me towards him as if offering me up. Steve laughed, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "I smell like death because I am a witch from the underworld," he explained, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I didn't dare ask what the underworld was, fearing what other terrors he might reveal.

I’d rather lick a dog’s puke. “Alaric,” Steve calls from the next cubicle. “Pancakes after work?” I shrug, “Maybe.” Steve is a chill person, one of those unproblematic guys who only care about eating and farting without making any sound. The office is busy today. Phones ringing, printers printing, Nancy-Clumsying and answering calls with that professional tone that still sounds like she's annoyed. She doesn't look up at me once, which is annoying. Not like I want her attention or I like it.

I said as I walked through the door of my apartment " She's not at home right now" Steve responded walking out of the kitchen with a plate filled with salad and chicken wings which looked attractive " Where did you get that food in your hand" I asked walking towards him with a hungry body " I bought it at the food store" Steve responded moving backwards towards the kitchen entrance " You stole Lovie's money or someone else's money" I asked dragging the plate out of his hands and started eating it like a hungry lion without even minding it wasn't mine

… At GreyHills City. Freya strolled down the long hallway behind the middle-aged couple, pushing the man's wheelchair, and walking past some prison cells. “This place is so scary,” Said Steve's mother. “I can't believe they're keeping our boy here.” Steve's father grumbled some words under his breath. “I know this is a set-up by his enemies…” His mother sighed. “Steve is an honest businessman, but the enemies won't leave him alone.” The policeman who was leading the way finally stopped in front of a door.

I mоаnеd as hе fuсkеd me. Steve ѕtuсk his now hаrd сосk bасk іn frоnt оf mу fасе. I grаbbеd it and started tо suck іt again. I realized he wаѕ thе only оnе who hаdn't fuсkеd mе. I аlѕо realized fоr a 40 уеаr оld guy, thrее hard оnѕ іn аbоut two hours wаѕ рrеttу аmаzіng.