Flare X Espresso
Flare woke up in the midst of the afternoon. He recalled that he had fallen asleep in the early morning after staying up until 7:00 am. Flare, following his routine whipped out his Italian sausage and masturbated furiously. After his afternoon wank session he went to make some espresso. He left the comfort of his couch. He walked over to his espresso machine halfway t through a cigar. On his way to get lovely espresso Hatsune Miku dressed in only a frilly white apron stopped flare. "I baked senpai lasagnas". Hatsune pulled the lasagnas from the oven. Flare noticed that when she bent down her voluptuous tities where in view. Flare gazed at them.
After he ate his senpai lasagnas he went back to his goal of making himself espresso. As he neared his espresso maker he realized that there was semen on it. Flare did not realize why there was semen on it even though the answer was obvious. He left to find Hatsune and ask her why there was semen on his beloved espresso machine. Sadly Hatsune did not exist and was nothing more than a figment from flares mind due to lack of sleep. As he passed his lasagna plate he realized it was no plate at all, but a dead cat with a face missing. Oh my GOD, thought flare. He thought to himself how he could have done this. He stumbled into his bedroom and knelt down on the carpet floor beside his bed. As he felt his stomach clenching and churning he vomited over his floor.
Flare suddenly sat up, was it a dream he thought. He weakly through off his covers and stood up. He rushed to his table, he signed with relief, and there was no faceless cat. He then realized he needed some espresso so he sauntered off to his kitchen. He took out his favorite cup for espresso and started the process of making the perfect Italian espresso. Finally he had finished. He looked over the steaming shot of black espresso. He saw the steam rising off the surface. He wafted the steam into his manly face and inhaled as if it were a cigarette. He then steamed milk and added the nice frothy layer of foam. He then realized, there was semen over his entire kitchen. The milk he thought he was steaming was actually semen. The frothy milk foam was actually frothy cum. Even through this struggle Flare shed no tears, for he was a man. He lifted the shot of espresso to his mouth, and drank it. As he whipped away the froth from his mouth he got the energy boost he so longed for. He tenderly put a cigarette in his mouth and went back to scissoring Ponk.
