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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