Location: Baltimore, The 9th wave, Valhalla
After a simple 2 days. He and I have become accustomed to each others’ scents. We are made aware of each other within a vicinity. I knew he was there before he did, I always know before the other person does. I saw him from the bar, a facial halo of smoke and dew and inebriation. He came in with disconcerting company; men like him tend to travel in packs of lost men like themselves. I smoked, he saw me and patted me on my chest; a manly gesture for some, but considering myself, an act of pure lust. His touch digs inside of me, it makes the roots at the hot spot inbetween my legs hum. At the bar, he slowly and slyly grinned at me. The type of grin that parts the lips in a gentle way. Our small talk was game-play considering our thoughts. A simple arm stroke becomes a gesture of lust, not a mere act of manly behavior. He bought me a shot, money raining out of his pocket because he can afford to. We all went outside, he drunkenly looked at me and said “if I were gay, I’d fuck you so hard. Your smell, the way you look….”. What thoughts, I said to myself. “come meet my friend ______ ” he said to his friend. “Isn’t he so cute? Wouldn’t we make a great couple?” he said. “Mmmm, much better than you could even fathom” I thought and grinned. “Yes hi, my name is _____”, I said to his friend. The night was swollen and bruised by weird incidents, i had to bike home. His friend looked me up and down; “is that your bike? How you getting home? Oh alright <grin> be safe getting home”. I glided off into the night, thinking of him and his scruff. Oh God, how I want to be stuck in it.
|white girl:||OMG UR SO SASSY!!!!!!!|
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