The Disappointment
Feeling a little guilty, you throw off your filthy bed covers and slowly pull yourself out of bed. You gag as you almost step in a pile of your own vomit, splatters of which cover varying spots on the carpet. Rather than making an attempt to clean up your mess, you feel that Facebook takes priority. Maybe someone uploaded a picture of you doing something funny last night. You need a fresh display picture: after all, it has been two days since you changed it last.
Carefully side-stepping empty beer bottles, you work your way over to your laptop. Pulling the screen open, you're instantly greeted by the sounds of wails, moans and squeals. A horrific image flashes across the screen momentarily before you slam it back shut. What the fuck was that? What were you watching last night?
You gingerly pry the screen back open, your curiosity getting the better of you. The internet video plays on, revealing it's nasty secrets before your very eyes. You never realised that people could do such foul acts! A pig? A puppy? Just how old is that girl? And why is there so much faeces?! Oh good, they're washing it off with a hot stream of... oh my lord!
You find yourself repulsed by the images you're witnessing, yet you find your morning wood standing true, full of tension. You know what you're seeing is wrong, probably illegal to even think about, but that makes it more exciting.
Carefully side-stepping empty beer bottles, you work your way over to your laptop. Pulling the screen open, you're instantly greeted by the sounds of wails, moans and squeals. A horrific image flashes across the screen momentarily before you slam it back shut. What the fuck was that? What were you watching last night?
You gingerly pry the screen back open, your curiosity getting the better of you. The internet video plays on, revealing it's nasty secrets before your very eyes. You never realised that people could do such foul acts! A pig? A puppy? Just how old is that girl? And why is there so much faeces?! Oh good, they're washing it off with a hot stream of... oh my lord!
You find yourself repulsed by the images you're witnessing, yet you find your morning wood standing true, full of tension. You know what you're seeing is wrong, probably illegal to even think about, but that makes it more exciting.