How it began. Coming undone. I'm sure it started somewhere even sooner than this...but...
I heard footsteps. I thought they were mine- maybe my hearing lagged. There it was again, the rustle of footsteps. Distinct, it was footsteps and not mine. I was certain as I held still and held my breath waiting. Yes someone else was here. I felt a presence close, sneaking. Just watching. Watching me. I slowly turned.
When I turned I saw something. Like the vapors flowing up from the road during an intensely hot day. Heat wave of some sort. I saw it, and knew for certain someone was there. I felt my voice quiver in uncertainty over what might take place. "Hello, hey if you can hear me can you help me?", I tried to sound confident without fear. Silence. Was he planning to take it? Contest my position? If you think this I was having a dream you would be mistaken. Now wake up. No dream, real life, well sort of; online. As for real life at this moment I am typing this, I am listening to Nine Inch Nails, "Closer". Back to B. My headset still silent after I spoke. Finally a male's voice spoke. He responded, maybe sounded hesitant. Fuck. I can't remember what he said, it doesn't matter then or now. We both were playing Fallout 76 and I had taken over Gorge Junkyard. I was explaining to him there should be a way to prevent pvp (player v player for those that don't live life vicariously through a video game). I explained there has to be a way to prevent taking over, if they can't find you to kill you they'll hopefully leave. Surely a glitch or legit workaround. He got what I was trying to convey, even though I felt my words may have been disheveled post sneaking. Later revealed he was sneaking, cloaked, just watching and seeing what I was doing to the workshop. He had no intent of contesting the spot. He took me up on my request for help and joined me as a team. Little did I know the work that was going on behind the scenes. Just something enchanting was occurring; deep somewhere inside me I felt I did not want to find a solution. His voice. Played nicely on my ears, I wasn't awake to this mindful idea but subconsciously it did exist. (I am now listening to Keith Sweat "Freak Me irl) I lost track of time, which is usual when I'm playing but this time it seemed my track of time that I lost was being lost much more quickly. Whelp. I found a way to prevent contesting and just needed to test the theory. I kicked him from my team and demanded he take it. I need him to contest to test my work around. -Work around. Such a sensual concept in any context really. I digress. He took it. He deliciously said, "What's next." I say delicious but at the time I still wasn't aware, maybe a glimmer of just how more alluring his voice became to me each time he spoke. Told him he will be with me working on this, trying this everywhere, other locations- all locations. Subconsciously I think I was trying to lock him into helping me and I get to listen to him. Headset, stereo, nice smooth bass. Time magically lapsed and eventually I had to reemerge to the real world. (Now LL Cool J, "Doin It") Either the next day or two days later I jumped back on to continue my task. Working on worshops. Found it. A glitch. I did take advantage of "Bugsthesda" bug. Hoping he'd show, I was proud of my accomplishment; also a little bit eager to hear him again. Shortly after he and his friend fast traveled. I heard confusion as they appeared under the map. During the game play I at some point heard him talking to his friend something like, she made another glitch work at another workshop. Not exact but realized at some point outside of the game he spoke of me. Me. That's when (now I'm playing Ginuwine "Pony") a spark...his voice. The word delicious I had used earlier to describe his voice had come to fruition-I woke. I'm worked up from memory-going to pause this now, rest the fingers they've been moving quickly lately.
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