Chapter 2 More Seed to Plant (I Try to Fuck Europe)

I wake up on the floor by my dish. Just like yesterday. And I pray like tomorrow. I think it's a Monday. I don't really care. I wake with my cock long and hard, so full of blood. Just like yesterday,and, Lady willing, tomorrow. I've been conditioned to do so- wake up standing tall to honor my Lady.

I won't get relief. I seldom do. I shouldn't, wouldn't, and couldn't make such a decision. For my relief belongs to my Lady. She fucks others bodies as she fucks with my mind. My Lady will go out tonight. She goes out most nights. She will have guests. She may have them serve her. Some may be slaves. I'm really not sure. She may have me serve them. She may use me but I won't get to serve her. Of that, I'm quite sure.

I mentioned a glimpse, a flash through the corner of an eye. And that's how it started, a glimpse. Nothing more.

I posed for their pictures ,signed all the glossies ,and let them cop feels through three more such parties in Las Vegas that night. And with celebratory spirit, I knocked off a few quickies as part of the rites.

Did the blonde in my vision again reappear in my eyes or my thoughts? Hardly, in fact after the obligatories were over, I secretly rendezvoused with three of my more athletic female co stars and a group of 18 year old sacrificial blonde virgins brought by well intentioned mothers. The mothers hoped to join in by offering their daughters. I let one hot momma stay.

I may just sort of remember a fleeting thought of the elusive blonde pass as my mind and body shut down for the night. Just a momentary thought but accompanied by the slightest twitch in my groin.

The following morning (actually late afternoon), I held a press conference announcing my retirement and my intention to " Take Johnny's Seed and Fuck across Europe". The world press loved it. The American press scrambled for ways to rephrase it. American fathers and Lesbians slept much better that night.

I landed in London. I fucked Penny Lane, I fucked Abby Road. Real names, doubtful, it's just what I called them and dozens more like them. I bopped, stripped, and humped across the continent. Ibiza, Hamburg, Nice, Dublin, Venice, Porto Cervo,Prague, Stockholm, and Minsk. As the cooler September nights started stealing the final remnants of summer, the seed had been spread and dug deep in furrows.

The story changed greatly in Oslo while waiting at Customs. My wait almost over as I reached 2nd in line. My eyes drifted up as a blonde goddess passed. Our eyes met for a second and ,then, hers dropped lower. They dropped to my groin and returned up to meet mine. Her lip turned up slightly,she shook her blonde mane, and walked out the door. The inspector said, "Next!" and I'd lost her again. Yes, I thought it was her. A million blondes in Norway, thousands of miles from Las Vegas, and, yet, I knew. And I knew she knew.

She didn't stay. She didn't wait. That's how I knew. Girls always waited. She'd walked out twice. But she wasn't a girl. She was my Lady. She already knew it. I didn't know it. I'd find out real soon.

After conquering Oslo, Vienna, and Bonn, the slightest twitch in my groin I remembered from Las Vegas had now became a nightly blood rush that left me light headed. I was out of my game and some people took notice.

I know what my prick did. Some called me afflicted. Just shy of addicted. They knew what that chick did.

" Jack it off, you jack off" said my frat and porn friends. (You're praying the same so that this story soon ends.) But I'd never jacked off with a hot girl in mind. I'd just grabbed that hot cunt and started to grind.

But there was no hot chick here. For once, she had left. I was talking in rhymes. My thoughts were so hazy. Was I just crazy? Just a sign of the times?

When all the blood has left the brain to feed the needs of the cock, some sanity is lost. Maybe, it's rhyming. Maybe, something else. I knew I was hurting.

I needed release. I needed release deep within this cunt. I didn't know she was my Lady but I was starting to scare myself. I just knew what I needed. I wanted to believe she was still just a cunt.

I'd soon find out. She was so much more. It happened in Paris.