SOMEONE ELSE MASTURBATE

SOMEONE ELSE MASTURBATE

 

 

The bus groaned as it started making it’s way up the hill. I sit at the front in my wheelchair looking back. I heard the bus change gear as it climbed. I turned my face to see her. She was so beautiful. I wondered what I could say to please her. I couldn’t think of anything but I started talking anyway

-It’s not that I really care. I only do it for myself anyway. It keeps me sane…

-Sorry, are you talking to me?

-Pardon?

-Were you talking to me?

-Sort of but not really

-Does that make sense?

-Not really

-So what, you sort of weren’t talking to me?

-I was just saying…

She pointed to herself and asked the same question but asked differently

-Are you talking to me?

-When you do it for yourself it’s like a gift

-A gift of what? What gift?

-Well for any other person it’s like watching someone else masturbate

-What the fuck are you talking about?

-I meant that you’re only watching someone else getting off

-I’m not watching anything

-That was why I was saying that I don’t really care

-Excuse me. You’re annoying me. Can you look the other way or talk to someone else

-I probably could but you’re beautiful

-You’re annoying me turn around!

-I turned around and saw everyone on the bus. Everyone was staring at me like I was an alien. I sat and wondered wether it was because people don’t talk on the bus anymore or because I did look like an alien?

 

 

 

 

Andrew Stuart Buchanan

One thought on “SOMEONE ELSE MASTURBATE

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s