NNN 08 - Cocoon (fiction, No Nut November, 22M)
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November 5th
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After my caring sister left with a final warning to no longer be kind to visitors at my door I decided it was time to get up and actually do something.
I pulled the covers off myself and confirmed the ring's light had finally turned from red to green letting me know it had a full charge and could last another four or five days before it needed to be charged again.
I thought about it and decided that maybe setting up an alarm on my phone to remind me every four days to charge the ring so I didn't accidentally forget and let it die, officially losing the challenge.
I got out of bed and picked up my phone and inputted the new alarm to hit every four days. So the first alarm should sound off on November 9th reminding me to charge my cock ring. Then the next will be on the 13th. Then the 17th. And so on until the last charge which should be on the 29th.
With my new alarm set up reminding me about charging my cock ring I decided it was an eau natural day as I really didn't feel like putting on pants and to complete the ensemble I tugged off my shirt and tossed it in the dirty laundry hamper before exiting my bedroom.
Definitely felt weird walking around with dick flapping in the breeze of my house but I figured the house's natural temperature was enough. If I got too many random boners I could simply turn off the heat and let my house naturally cool down and teach the brainless appendage a lesson.
Who knows maybe the cold will help keep me from wanting to do anything.
The only problem is without pants....or boxers anything I sit on will begin to smell. I shrugged and figured doing extra laundry should help keep me busy.
Besides, my sofa was made out of leather so it naturally defended against absorbing anything. But then there lays a new problem....if I sweat it'll be hard to unstick myself out of the leather.
I sighed as I walked up to my thermostat and officially turned off the heat that kept my house a comfortable 76 degrees. By nightfall my house should drop to 50 degrees.
Now that I prepped my house it was time to officially get something into my stomach seeing how I pretty much lost the morning to charging the stupid electronic device that was firmly hugging my groin.
I settled on another baloney, cheese and mustard sandwich with a handful of chips stuffed in the bread for lunch as I doubled up on my supplements seeing how I forgot to take them this morning thanks to charging. I washed the sandwich and pills down with water before moving off to my next task.
I decided that officially working might help distract me from everything that was going on. Plus if I put on my headsets while I worked I won't notice anymore would be callers to my door.
I moved off to my office and booted up my computer.
Once my computer booted up I put on my headsets and opened up my music app navigating to my favorites and selected classic rock. Then I opened up my work and set to adding all the details I made my mental note to add.
Time seemed to blur as I more or less rocked out while I input all the necessary information like predicted supplies, rough time frames for each phase of the build, rough man hours, rough specialities needed during each phase.
I added as much as I could to each file as well as getting further along on all my files adding in the necessary details.
I got so focused that I failed to notice what time it was....let alone anything else.
I leaned back and stretched, feeling like I had barely started before I realized two things.....I was starving.....and I needed to pee desperately.
I tossed off the headsets and sprinted to the nearest receptacle and letting out the time aged sigh of relief as I emptied out my bladder.
Once I relieved myself my stomach pain hit me like a wrecking ball and I couldn't quite figure it out......until I looked at the time.
01:12am
Oh SHIT!!!
And as soon as I realized that a wave of sleep deprivation hit me.
I was exhausted.
I had officially worked for roughly 13+ hours straight simply focusing on my work and was so focused on my work that I forgot everything!!!
Once I realized that I went back into my office. Saved my work. Turned everything off. Grabbed my phone and went into the kitchen.
I grabbed a small bowl and a spoon filling the bowl with cheese curds and walked to bed.
I quickly ate the bowl on my stumble towards bed and ended up emptying the bowl before I even made it to bed.
I set the bowl down on my night stand and before my head hit the pillow I was out.
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Mick's NNN Journal
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November 5th
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12:11: took double dose of supplements
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November 6th
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I awoke to an odd development.....I woke up unable to move.
Why was I unable to move might you ask?
Because I had burrito-ed myself in my blankets!
I also woke to my alarm blaring loudly because my dumbass forgot to turn off the alarm after going to bed long after I normally do.
So when I woke up I heard my alarm blaring....I tried to move to turn the fucker off but found myself burrito-ed.
Unfortunately for me because of how I slept and where I was sleeping my little movement was enough to finish the roll I was about to do.....unhindered.....off the bed.
One moment I was grumbling something incoherent and the next I did a gravity check mildly yelling barely getting 'OOOO' out before I hit the ground and finished the exclamation with a different exclamation 'fffff!'
And my alarm was still blaring.
I laid there for a moment semi dazed from the impact not fully aware exactly how many layers I had rolled into but it was enough to where the impact hurt but not enough to where I felt blood pouring out of me telling me I had broken something.
I tried to move again but there was too many layers to where I couldn't officially move....anything.
I yelled, "LUCY!!!"
Lucy was name of the phone's personal assistant that I changed to Lucy instead of the default name.
I did it for two reasons. One I thought the original name was stupid. And two when I was in a crowd and someone said 'Hey "Default Name of personal assistant"' my phone wouldn't go off, not that it would as like any smart phone it only responded to my voice.
My phone stopped my alarm as it started listening and spoke in it's mechanical feminine voice, "Yes Mick?"
I yelled, "Turn off the alarm!"
Lucy, my phone, spoke, "Yes Mick!"
And my alarm turned off.