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Crazy late night
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Crazy late night My eyes tried to focus on the flashing light over her shoulder as she gyrated on my lap. More concerning than the flashing of the light was that it flashed 6:22AM… on Monday. My friend Buddy and I had split this “WB” pill he had found on the floor at the club while he was running tables. The pill was pink and had the emblem of Warner Brothers printed on one side. We assumed it was E and it probably was, or so we hoped. However, several hours later, I was still rolling hard and was now convinced the pill was a cocktail of much more. I guess that is the risk you take when you find and ingest random drugs. Also the copious amount of cigarettes, beer, and cocaine we had been doing for the last several hours did nothing to mute the voices. 6:23 flipped over on the, now no-longer blinking, clock. Fuck. Was that clock blinking last time? I was no longer Jeff. Tonight, this morning, I didn’t know the person occupying the skin I was wearing. I sat back and took in the beauty of the gorgeous and fully naked Latina now with her back to me. My right hand held a firm grip on her left breast and the other was on top of her freshly shaved vagina. She had guided it there and now had her hand on top of mine pressing her fingers onto mine using them as some sort of diddling marionette. I could feel her growing wetness and could smell her sweetness. Her hips were now taking over, her pelvis hunting for the perfect motion, that allusive collision where euphoria meets rapture. Falling into that state where physical touch and erotic rhythm dominate and empty the sound mind. As she came she pushed the tips of two of my fingers inside her as she began to quiver. Her sweet grainy dew ran down our fingers as she pulled us into her orgasm. She claimed that was the third time she had came that night. God, I hope we only paid for an hour. I was fully clothed and completely fucked out of my mind. I would not be having sex with this girl this night. Buddy however had moved into his room (about an hour ago, I think) and I could hear him and his lady-pro fucking like animals. I placed my now wet and sticky hand on her thigh and could feel the blood in her veins still pulsing towards her pleading sex. The tension in the rest of her body started to ease and I could feel her weight on my chest as she laid back, her lungs started to breath heavy for more oxygen. The stranger that now controlled my body, matched her deep inhales and for that moment we were one person, one life, one organism. I could feel our lungs harmonically rise and fall. I could feel the balmy sweat on her body. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she lay back against me. I ran my fingers through her think almond-brown hair, my fingers getting tangled in her beautiful curls. Her hair smelled seductively like mash whisky and sweet cream. That was when it happened. I felt a tear well up in my eye, run down my cheek and drop onto her shoulder. I couldn’t believe this had brought me a tear. I don’t do tear. She asked if I was all right. I told her I was better than good and that it had been a long time since such a beautiful girl had made me feel, well, anything. I was fucked up on a lot of drugs but saying that aloud made it sound entirely way too true. But, still, I don’t cry. She wiped the tear away with the backside of her finger and kissed another away that I could feel on my cheek. I closed my eyes and tried to turn out the sounds of angry fucking from the other room. We had definitely paid for more than an hour. Fuck. The clock, still not blinking, now read 6:38, on a Monday, and I was supposed to work in two hours. |
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