in response to The One
Minute Writer blog writing prompt: Date Night (August 10, 2013)
The little devil inside my head was pounding on the inner walls
with such gusto for sure I thought my skull would crack. Prostrate on some
stranger’s bed, my pants around my ankles – had I taken my own roofie again? – I could not remember what
events had led me to this state.
Was it that tall blond beckoning me at the bar? Or was it
that mustachioed leather fanatic mounting his bike as I exited the restaurant?
What worried me the most was my ass and cock both hurt. Not a good sign; not
clear at all. And then a womanly figure with massive shoulders appeared silhouetted
in the bathroom door frame. ‘Ahh...’ I relaxed, until she crept back into bed
beside me, whispered in my ear to ‘show me that front side again,’ and then
kissed my neck...her morning stubble scraping against my skin.
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