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I bite my lip as you start to sing along with Thom Yorke.

You’re just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

I look away and find a stain on your carpet. Brown stain. Coke, maybe.

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world

I wish you’d turn the radio off already.

I wish I was special
You’re so very special

Thom Yorke is so hot. I want to fuck him.

But I’m a creep,
I’m a weirdo

Is it blood? I don’t know how I ended up in your tacky apartment.

What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here

I think it’s funny that you left your porn on your coffee table. Hey, maybe that’s it. Coffee. Stupid.

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want

I inhale as you move your hand between my thighs. My short breaths surprise me. I want this. I want this.

I want this to be over.

We undress quickly. You make no effort to hide your excitement. Fuck me hard on your vinyl sofa.

I don’t belong here…

It’s lines like this from women that make me laugh. Wait till you’re 38

I liked this piece alot. I often debate with throwing in other artist lyrics with fiction but I mean why not?

I once had sex with a girl in a cold car outside of a party.

I tried to make light of the situation. It wasn’t passion; it definitely wasn’t love;fuck… it was barely lust. It was just a straight up hormone pump – like two junkies giving each other a wink as another line goes up their nose in a Macdonalds washroom. Anyways, like I said… I made her laugh.

The point here is optional:

A. You’re clearly an attractive individual like myself :sunglasses: so if you want or need attention from the opposite sex learn to find it in less invasive ways.

B. Get laid and have fun. Who cares? Instead of thinking ‘this might be good for a story’ think like… ‘This might be good for an orgasm’. If you’re gonna have sex simply to have sex, it’s really better just to enjoy the moment.

Agreed.

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