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THIRTY SIX: HORNY
| Love
and other socially acceptable emotions are morphine |
Cleverly concealing primal
urges often felt but rarely seen |
Love I beg
you | Lift me up into this privileged
point of view | the world of
two | Love don’t leave
me |
Because I console myself
that Hallmark cards are true
| I really
do | [Gunning
Down Romance] Savage Garden It didn’t really hit
me, until I got back to the hotel and realized I was desperate for some sort of
air freshener to eradicate the smell of damp rotting cardboard and lingering
dirty laundry wavering from the room below. That’s the low
point, when you need not only yourself to look and smell decent, but the place
where you plan to be, looking and smelling decent, so you can impress the person
who won’t notice a thing beside the fact that you’ll deliver. See what I mean? I
don’t even make sense anymore, I’m just a bumbling idiot- my vocabulary has
shrunk considerably and I’m a nervous wreck. Is there no stopping this madness? After getting the
third degree about where I disappeared to from Kevin (then Brian, Nick, then D)
we left. All five of us. In one limo. Need I say, I was horny, so as soon as I got back to the
hotel, I jet. “Club?” "Yeah" “I’ll come
wit’cha ” Nick suggested. “Nah man, wanna go
alone” He slid a sly smile as
he punched me in the arm. “Ye hookin’ yeself with a good ’lookin’ bird
tonight, are ye?” he suggested in a really bad scottish accent. “Good for ya
dawg, go screw some fine ass tonight” “Nick” I muttered,
grabbing my wallet “Grow up” And then I left,
hornier than I was before. I know the girl’s got stamina, but whether she can
keep up with me; well, lets just say, I intend to go till the sun comes up. “What took you so
long?” Impatient. I like. I
also liked the little red slip she was wearing; wait, ‘liked’ isn’t the
word- adore? That word ain’t me. Hell, I was going insane that she wasn’t
already naked. “L?” I asked,
waving the note in my hand. She smiled slyly
before she answered “Lolita” I raised my eyes.
“Whoa” “I had a hippy mom,
what can I say? It was that or Larceny” I made a face “Okay,
Lolita” “Traffic?” “Nick” Then she jumped on me-
And I mean, legs flinging, arms around my neck, sucking on my friggin' ear before
I could walk more than three steps in the door. “Wait, she’s made
her mark on you” Minna commented, tracing the red hickey on the side of my
neck “Ah well, guess I gotta make my own” Then she sucked. Hard.
I could think of
somewhere else she could suck, but hey. I don’t think I’ve
seen her this horny, and I’m not complaining. So horny. Horny, horny, horny.
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