and then there are stagnant times
the most robust cajun fare
tasteless
flavorless grits
a cow mulling over the same grass she's been mulling over
every fucking day of her life
the sun is so bright
spotlight on
it is spring
at least the birds are happy
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
poison.
"sweetheart, what flavor would you recommend?"
his baritone booms.
he's eyeing her hungrily. i would feel awkward but i'm tipsy. tatas are perky and everything is sitting right in my white high-waisted shorts. she's cute, but i got this. still, i feel uneasy. is he about to proposition her or some shit? i wait with bated breath and slow sips.
the slim latina twirls her hair .
"purple haze. das my favourite flavour, ju all will louv it."
purple haze it is then.
deep, deep pulls. his hand is on my thigh. we're laughing in each others faces. giving eye.
still.
with the last sip of my second cocktail i am controlling everything. i bite my lips, let them linger dangerously close to his. then i pass him the mouthpiece, diverting his attention. i know i'm not going to sleep with him. i highly doubt i'll even kiss him. i don't want to. i do dig the flirtatious energy too. i want to see him want me. that gets me off in an evil way.
we trek back to his spot - should've headed home by this point but more venom is pumping.
"i would love to see you in just these..."
the miami heat melts the lotion on my legs. he smoothes it back over them. first, around my ankles, then my calves, then my thighs. stirring up a stactic electricity. i balance myself on his shoulders. he begins to knewad my legs, working his fingers up through the cuff band. it. feels. good.
so i stop him. we talk for awhile before we sleep. "no ones ever really said no to me. i'm replaying the night seeing where i went wrong," he laughs. i see the beady lust in his eyes. i can't divert mine from them. the drive home in the morning is silent save old school rap jams blasting.
"this shit is 11 years old man. you weren't grown enough to know about this," he chides. i smirk at his attempt to make age relevant.
my nipples get hard thinking about it.
this chapter is closed.
fin
his baritone booms.
he's eyeing her hungrily. i would feel awkward but i'm tipsy. tatas are perky and everything is sitting right in my white high-waisted shorts. she's cute, but i got this. still, i feel uneasy. is he about to proposition her or some shit? i wait with bated breath and slow sips.
the slim latina twirls her hair .
"purple haze. das my favourite flavour, ju all will louv it."
purple haze it is then.
deep, deep pulls. his hand is on my thigh. we're laughing in each others faces. giving eye.
still.
with the last sip of my second cocktail i am controlling everything. i bite my lips, let them linger dangerously close to his. then i pass him the mouthpiece, diverting his attention. i know i'm not going to sleep with him. i highly doubt i'll even kiss him. i don't want to. i do dig the flirtatious energy too. i want to see him want me. that gets me off in an evil way.
we trek back to his spot - should've headed home by this point but more venom is pumping.
"i would love to see you in just these..."
the miami heat melts the lotion on my legs. he smoothes it back over them. first, around my ankles, then my calves, then my thighs. stirring up a stactic electricity. i balance myself on his shoulders. he begins to knewad my legs, working his fingers up through the cuff band. it. feels. good.
so i stop him. we talk for awhile before we sleep. "no ones ever really said no to me. i'm replaying the night seeing where i went wrong," he laughs. i see the beady lust in his eyes. i can't divert mine from them. the drive home in the morning is silent save old school rap jams blasting.
"this shit is 11 years old man. you weren't grown enough to know about this," he chides. i smirk at his attempt to make age relevant.
my nipples get hard thinking about it.
this chapter is closed.
fin
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