I am kind of vague on what her name was. Something with an R, I remember that much. I have no fucking idea who she was; I was just way too fucked up. I remember her being cute, and how she caught me staring at those perky tits of hers through her sun dress. Yeah, she looked good…I remember that much. Her boyfriend was some huge douche bag that I met earlier in the night, funny thing is, I am pretty sure she thought so too. The one event I really do remember clearly was going around the side of the house to pee, looking over and seeing her watching me. I tried to turn away, but next thing I know she is standing next to me. I hurry to put my dick away but she grabs my hand and stops me. She turns me around and wraps her hand around me, I shudder with pleasure. “Who are you and what the fuck are you doing,” I ask. “Hush,” she said, dropping down to her knees and putting me in her mouth. Holy shit! Who the fuck is this girl? I could feel myself getting hard in her mouth, but she wasn’t kidding around. She was going wild on me, I wanted her to slow down, but I couldn’t resist. I felt my legs start to tingle and I tried to tell her I was cumming but she grabbed onto my ass and shoved me into her throat. I came hard in her mouth, “You liked that didn’t you, give me your number and I’ll call you tomorrow,” she said. Regardless, I cannot remember her fucking name. Probably has something to do with this huge headache I have right now. Fuck, I’m late for work again.
Robin! Ah, how embarrassing, she calls and I can’t even remember her name. She said she wanted to get away from her “boy” and go out with a “man” tonight. I don’t know, it was kind of weird, she sounded like she needed something she wasn’t getting from her other man. I had an idea of what it was. I met her at a bar near my house, we had a drink but I could tell she wanted to leave. The place was in the middle of nowhere and there was hardly anyone there, not the greatest scene. We were walking through the parking lot and I decided it was my turn to have my way. I picked up my pace a little until I was right behind her; I slipped my hand up the back of her skirt and stuck my middle finger right into her pussy. She was already wet and made a gasping noise as soon as she realized what I was doing. I pushed her hard against some random ass car and jammed my fingers into her, “not here,” she said. I didn’t stop. I reached my other hand down and pulled off the thong she was wearing and put it in my pocket. I think she had learned to give in by now. I pulled out my stiff cock and jammed it into her, pushing her down onto the hood of the random car as I pumped in and out of her. After about a minute and husband and wife walked right up to us and before we knew it they were standing right next to us. We tried to hide but it was impossible, the car we were fucking on was theirs. After a minute of us awkwardly standing there with my cock still buried inside of her trying to justify why I am fucking some girl on the hood of their car, the wife explained that they wouldn’t get us in trouble if we just kept fucking on the hood while they sat in the car and watched. We didn’t even answer; I just started pumping away into her. I was paying attention to Robin’s body and expression, so I didn’t even notice when the wife in the car started sucking her husband’s cock. He was watching Robin's tits swaying back and forth while his wife sucked his cock. Eventually, she climbed onto him and they started fucking in the car, both of them watching us, both of us watching them. I couldn’t take this much longer and I started to cum right there in the parking lot on the hood of these strangers’ car while they fucked. I pulled out and zipped up and the two of us stood there and watched them fuck for a bit. She pulled her blouse over her head and his mouth immediately went to her erect nipples. He was pumping into her furiously, clearly excited by the fact that strangers were watching him pound his wife. It had only been about five minutes since I came but I could feel myself getting ready for round two. I could tell Robin was too, I looked over to see one hand on her breast and the other between her legs. I was ready again. We were standing next to the driver’s window and she put her hands on the glass to steady herself while I reentered her from the back. I started pounding her mercilessly as she stared in the window of the car, watching the other couple fuck. After a minute of them staring at us, they both began to cum. I could feel the car start to shake harder as she slammed down on his lap. She let out one final shriek before the both were collapsing into each others arms. They kept watching as I fucked Robin mercilessly, finally cumming again with a huge force. I pulled out and watched as my cum dripped out of her into a puddle on the blacktop. We were breathless, and so were our counterparts. Robin blew them a kiss goodbye. As we got into the car and pulled away we saw them waving. She blew them another kiss and we pulled off into the dark night.
Sorry for the fake name
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Yuengling Here I Come
By this time tomorrow I will be drunk on Yuengling in Philadelphia while attempting to blow off my hand with the illegal fireworks I bought from one of our drivers today. Ironically,the last time I was in Philly was the last time I hung out with Jake, almost four years ago. I will tell you that story sometime next week. I am not going to be all depressed on this trip, I am going to have fun. I also can not fucking wait to have one of the world famous Pat's Cheesesteaks. They are sex on a bun.
I am going to have a few interesting stories for you next week, are you excited? No? Well you should be. I'll tell you this story about Jake and tell you what happened last night with Maria in the computer lab (muhahah) as well as what happens on our little date on Monday. Until then, fair readers have a very happy 4th of July.
Cheese
I am going to have a few interesting stories for you next week, are you excited? No? Well you should be. I'll tell you this story about Jake and tell you what happened last night with Maria in the computer lab (muhahah) as well as what happens on our little date on Monday. Until then, fair readers have a very happy 4th of July.
Cheese
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Undying Gratitude
So, remember how yesterday I said I was trying to get out of the funk. Well I have done it, thanks to the help of one, well actually two beautiful women. Hold on hold on, before you get all excited, no, I am not going to tell some hot ass story about the threesome I didn’t have last night. Yes it is still a good story, don’t be rude. So I still live near the school where I graduated (cheap ass rent) and often walk down to campus to use the internet. Last night I went down to email this certain woman I occasionally talk to and when I got to the computer lab I saw this cute little girl I used to have a thing with named Maria. We talked for a few minutes and she asked me what I was doing there, I told her that I had a friend to email. She asked who, I told her it was top secret but that I just might tell her if she came over after work and got high with me for a bit. I had sparked her interest; she agreed and would be over at about 10:15. So I emailed my friend, walked home, finished the story I was writing and got cleaned up. Now Maria used to be my, how do I put this delicately…little side project, so naturally I wanted to look nice. It was about 11:00, she was late, just like she always used to be, and I was beginning to think she wasn’t coming. Then I heard her car and got all giddy like a little kid. I am a douche. We sat around drinking High Life, playing video games, smoking and talking (see why I like this girl) until about one in the morning. We were talking about our past and our sex lives which of course led to some provocative talk. She said I seemed more confident, and mentioned that she thought it was sexy. “I always thought you were cute and that’s why I liked you, but you were kind of a pussy when it came to women,” she said. We laughed and laughed about that one. I looked over at her, reached my hand up to her cheekbone and brought her in for a kiss and she scooted right up next to me. How’s that for confident, bitch. I put my arm around her and suddenly felt like I was having a flashback remembering how good she tasted. It was different this time, however, because she was right, I have been feeling more assertive and confident lately. I think I’m starting to like it. I pushed her down gently on to the couch and climbed on top of her, “It used to always be me who took charge, look at this cocky little fucker pushing me down,” she said. Again, stoned ass laughter ensued before we started making out again. All I am thinking right now is “thank you _____, fucking thank you!” If it wouldn’t have been for emailing my little friend I would not be making out with my old fuck buddy right now. Undying gratitude, she has my undying gratitude.
Maria and I kept up our nice little make out session for a while; kissing, stopping to make fun of each other and talking about how glad we both were that we ran into one another. We were playing our old game of seeing who could con the other one out of their clothes first; needless to say I was losing. She was topless lying on her back and I was in my boxers, my dick poking out the front of the fly. I reached my hand down between her legs but she grabbed it and pulled it back onto her breast, “Uh…I’m sorry,” I was slightly confused. “It’s not you, we will just have to save that for another time,” she said embarrassedly. DUMBASS, I had bruised my ego thinking she didn’t want me before I even stopped to think. “Monday would be a better night, if ya know what I mean. But if you take off those boxers and sit up I’ll make it up to you,” she said. I obliged and she turned around, packed a bowl, handed me a lighter and said, “You can watch TV and get high while I suck your dick, would you like that?” “Eh, I could think of better things to do,” I said. “Shut up you douche bag,” she replied. I had forgotten how much I loved this girl, such a cocky little bitch. She started to put me in her mouth and I really remembered how much I loved her, sweet Jesus she knows what she is doing. Needless to say no smoking or TV watching took place for the next few minutes; I just sat there with my mouth open making funny groaning sounds. “You missed this didn’t you; M doesn’t do it nearly as well as me, does she?” No, she had me there, didn’t she. I was about to explode when she gently grazed her teeth up the length of my shaft (she even remembers how I like it) before going wild on it. I felt myself cumming hard in her mouth, she started moaning softly, taking me out of her mouth and said, “Shit boy you missed me didn’t you.”
We sat around hanging out until about 3:00 this morning, probably the reason I’m so fucking hung over right now, when she finally said it was time to call it quits. I walked her out to her car and kissed her goodbye, she grabbed my balls and said, “Monday, then?”
“Are you fucking kidding me, it’s a date.”
All I have to say here people is that because the woman I went to email is so damn sexy and provocative, I was compelled to go to campus and bump into Maria. So when I get home tonight I will raise my first drink in your honor. My friend, you have my undying gratitude. You receive the first ever Choice Reader Award. Take a moment, let it sink in. You should be proud of yourself, reader.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
The Deal Breakers
Ok, this week I am trying to get out of the funk I have been in since the weekend. I haven’t been writing at all, and believe me if I did you wouldn’t want to read it, but I have been wandering around blogland reading other people’s lives. In my workday travels I have noticed that a lot of female bloggers have posted lists of their “deal breakers,” so to speak. They have been quite hilarious to read, so I thought they would be equally humorous to write. So, I wrote this about a month ago and decided today was the day. So without further adieu, my friends, here is a list of Cheese’s deal breakers, in no particular order.
Complains about my smoking.
Listen, I know that smoking is not good for you, so stop fucking telling me. I’ll be honest here, this drives me absolutely insane. Don’t like cigarette breath? Buy me some goddamn gum or kiss my ass.
Bad taste in music.
This is totally intolerable. First of all, N*Sync is not good music, actually you know what, it isn’t music at all. Second of all, N*Sync are not musicians. Third of all, do not ever sing aloud to any N*Sync song in my presence unless you want me to smack you. Period.
Volunteers me for events without prior notice.
Now this shit just drives me up the wall. If you want me to do something, no matter how stupid it is, just ask me, it is that simple. How would you like it if I showed up and told you we’re going to get drunk and then watch hockey with a bunch of guys? Well, then don’t fucking volunteer me to watch So You Think You Can Dance with those stupid ass girls you hang out with.
Tells me I smell.
Have you been outside today? Did you notice that it is like 90 fucking degrees out there? Didn’t I just mention that I was outside working on a semi in overalls for the duration of the afternoon? In the sun? No shit I smell bad. I don’t work at Bath and Body Works for fuck’s sake.
Scolds me about my excessive drinking.
You are not my mother; I certainly would not do those nasty things to you if you were. Therefore, don’t nag me about my being a drunk. I don’t show up all smacked off my ass and make a fool out of myself at important functions, just minor ones, so what’s the big deal. Not healthy, you say? See item 1 above, I clearly don’t care. If I wanted someone to make me feel bad about how much bourbon I drank last night I’d got to AA.
Backseat driving.
If you tell me the guy in front of me is slowing down one more time I will strangle you. See those red lights on the back of his car? Those tell me he is slowing down, see, I already knew that information. Besides, look at your car next to mine. Hmm, I wonder what that big ass trailer hitch shaped dent is on the front of your car? Could it be from running into the back of a truck? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Corrects my grammar/speech.
Do not; I repeat, DO NOT ever correct my grammar or speech...ever. Yes I use the words y’all and ain’t on a regular basis. See item 3. I work at a trucking company and besides, they are both in the dictionary. Think I swear too much? Again, item 3. Think that’s a crappy excuse? Well y’all can go fuck yourselves then, cuz I ain’t gon pay it no mind.
Talks about other men while we are out.
No. Straight up no. Don’t do it. No. I am not going to talk about the hot girl I met at the bar who sucked me off in the alley last week, so don’t tell me about the guy you used to have sex with be so muscular and chiseled. If he was so great where the fuck is he now, hmm? Besides, didn't all those steroids shrink his junk? I'd rather be skinny.
Complains about my eating meat.
I used to be a butcher, remember, it put me through college. It got me my fancy degrees, put a roof over my head and food in my stomach. Therefore, when you tell me to get a different spatula to flip your ridiculous ass Boca burger because the one i was previously using touched beef, don’t be all put off when I tell you to fuck off.
Hope that helps. I also hope that you guys don’t hate me now, but if you do, I’m sure it will be quite easy to find a better read somewhere in blogland. Bye bye.
Cheese
Complains about my smoking.
Listen, I know that smoking is not good for you, so stop fucking telling me. I’ll be honest here, this drives me absolutely insane. Don’t like cigarette breath? Buy me some goddamn gum or kiss my ass.
Bad taste in music.
This is totally intolerable. First of all, N*Sync is not good music, actually you know what, it isn’t music at all. Second of all, N*Sync are not musicians. Third of all, do not ever sing aloud to any N*Sync song in my presence unless you want me to smack you. Period.
Volunteers me for events without prior notice.
Now this shit just drives me up the wall. If you want me to do something, no matter how stupid it is, just ask me, it is that simple. How would you like it if I showed up and told you we’re going to get drunk and then watch hockey with a bunch of guys? Well, then don’t fucking volunteer me to watch So You Think You Can Dance with those stupid ass girls you hang out with.
Tells me I smell.
Have you been outside today? Did you notice that it is like 90 fucking degrees out there? Didn’t I just mention that I was outside working on a semi in overalls for the duration of the afternoon? In the sun? No shit I smell bad. I don’t work at Bath and Body Works for fuck’s sake.
Scolds me about my excessive drinking.
You are not my mother; I certainly would not do those nasty things to you if you were. Therefore, don’t nag me about my being a drunk. I don’t show up all smacked off my ass and make a fool out of myself at important functions, just minor ones, so what’s the big deal. Not healthy, you say? See item 1 above, I clearly don’t care. If I wanted someone to make me feel bad about how much bourbon I drank last night I’d got to AA.
Backseat driving.
If you tell me the guy in front of me is slowing down one more time I will strangle you. See those red lights on the back of his car? Those tell me he is slowing down, see, I already knew that information. Besides, look at your car next to mine. Hmm, I wonder what that big ass trailer hitch shaped dent is on the front of your car? Could it be from running into the back of a truck? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Corrects my grammar/speech.
Do not; I repeat, DO NOT ever correct my grammar or speech...ever. Yes I use the words y’all and ain’t on a regular basis. See item 3. I work at a trucking company and besides, they are both in the dictionary. Think I swear too much? Again, item 3. Think that’s a crappy excuse? Well y’all can go fuck yourselves then, cuz I ain’t gon pay it no mind.
Talks about other men while we are out.
No. Straight up no. Don’t do it. No. I am not going to talk about the hot girl I met at the bar who sucked me off in the alley last week, so don’t tell me about the guy you used to have sex with be so muscular and chiseled. If he was so great where the fuck is he now, hmm? Besides, didn't all those steroids shrink his junk? I'd rather be skinny.
Complains about my eating meat.
I used to be a butcher, remember, it put me through college. It got me my fancy degrees, put a roof over my head and food in my stomach. Therefore, when you tell me to get a different spatula to flip your ridiculous ass Boca burger because the one i was previously using touched beef, don’t be all put off when I tell you to fuck off.
Hope that helps. I also hope that you guys don’t hate me now, but if you do, I’m sure it will be quite easy to find a better read somewhere in blogland. Bye bye.
Cheese
Monday, June 30, 2008
If I Had Tears Left To Cry
You and I have seen a lot of friends lowered into the ground haven’t we, Jake. We have shared a lot of good times together haven’t we, Jake. Got away when we shouldn’t have, gotten by when we shouldn’t have. We have shed a lot of tears together though, haven’t we, Jake. I honestly never thought I would see you lying there like that.
Christ, it seems like yesterday when we were racing tricycles, burning bugs with magnifying glasses, touching our first women. I remember the thrill, we were becoming men, and I could see it in your eyes. They were so bright, that was our time. I would give my life to have those days back, Jake, I swear to God I would. Looking at you lying there, I can’t help but feel some of the blame. I showed you the needle, and I remember it so well. I will carry that memory in my nightmares. That moment will haunt me for the rest of my days.
I tried to cry Jake, I really did. Please, my friend, please believe me. I tried so hard but no tears formed in my eyes. There are none left to cry. We have seen too much, I never thought we would be looking at each other like this. There is no life in your face, no smile. Jesus, Jake, what have we done? How did we get here? How come I couldn’t say goodbye? How come I can’t cry?
We had gone our separate ways along time ago; I couldn’t live that life anymore. I never meant to hurt you, to betray you. It was my fault; I know this now and can do nothing to stop my guilt. I tried so hard to cry, Jake, will you please believe me. I can feel the guilt setting in. I will bear this burden for the rest of my life, I may die but it will pass on to my children and their children’s children.
I murdered part of you when I brought you into this life. I escaped, you did not. Look at where I sit, in my room alone, writing…drinking…trying to cry, but no tears will form. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to your parents; I will never understand how they feel. It is pointless to pretend. It is wrong to imagine myself having something to lose. We had nothing to lose, Jake, but you lost it all didn’t you. I told you to never have any regrets but I was lying the whole time, Jake. I love you. I miss you. I am sorry. I would give my life to go back now, Jake, I swear to God I would. I swear to God I would. You will never know how sorry I am until I see you someday, but even then I will never be able to explain.
Jake, I love you. I am so sorry. I will never forgive myself and I know neither will the guys. We all love you and we miss you so much.
I am sorry, Jake, that I had no tears left to cry.
Christ, it seems like yesterday when we were racing tricycles, burning bugs with magnifying glasses, touching our first women. I remember the thrill, we were becoming men, and I could see it in your eyes. They were so bright, that was our time. I would give my life to have those days back, Jake, I swear to God I would. Looking at you lying there, I can’t help but feel some of the blame. I showed you the needle, and I remember it so well. I will carry that memory in my nightmares. That moment will haunt me for the rest of my days.
I tried to cry Jake, I really did. Please, my friend, please believe me. I tried so hard but no tears formed in my eyes. There are none left to cry. We have seen too much, I never thought we would be looking at each other like this. There is no life in your face, no smile. Jesus, Jake, what have we done? How did we get here? How come I couldn’t say goodbye? How come I can’t cry?
We had gone our separate ways along time ago; I couldn’t live that life anymore. I never meant to hurt you, to betray you. It was my fault; I know this now and can do nothing to stop my guilt. I tried so hard to cry, Jake, will you please believe me. I can feel the guilt setting in. I will bear this burden for the rest of my life, I may die but it will pass on to my children and their children’s children.
I murdered part of you when I brought you into this life. I escaped, you did not. Look at where I sit, in my room alone, writing…drinking…trying to cry, but no tears will form. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to your parents; I will never understand how they feel. It is pointless to pretend. It is wrong to imagine myself having something to lose. We had nothing to lose, Jake, but you lost it all didn’t you. I told you to never have any regrets but I was lying the whole time, Jake. I love you. I miss you. I am sorry. I would give my life to go back now, Jake, I swear to God I would. I swear to God I would. You will never know how sorry I am until I see you someday, but even then I will never be able to explain.
Jake, I love you. I am so sorry. I will never forgive myself and I know neither will the guys. We all love you and we miss you so much.
I am sorry, Jake, that I had no tears left to cry.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Story Time Part 2
I’m going to tell you a story.
This story is about a girl named Louise. I met Louise about two and a half years ago in Paris. I had arrived in France shortly before my birthday in February of 2006 to study and travel until August. I had been “officially” seeing M for about 7 months. Planning for this trip had been under way for more than a year, but when that plane lifted off from the greater Cincinnati airport, I had no idea what I was in for.
There were eight of us from my university who were going to stay at a dorm for international students on the south side of Paris called Cite Universitaire. A quick side note…I have no idea how to make accents on my computer, so my apologies to any French speakers for my lack of proper punctuation. Now, the CU had kids from all over the world who were staying for differing lengths of time, people were constantly coming and going. Luckily enough, two of my best friends had come on the trip too, so the three of us were going out with different people all the time, meeting new faces every night.
Louise was a girl that we met at in a bar directly across the Seine from Notre Dame about a week after we got there. She was from Lyons but had been living in Paris and studying at the Sorbonne for the past year. Her English was not great, but my French was basically nonexistent, so most of our conversations took place in broken English. It turns out she was living with her cousin Renee four stops to the north of us on the RER B which stopped right down the street from the CU. All throughout the winter the two of them would come by to drink wine, socialize and smoke hash.
By the time the trees started budding we had been seeing each other almost everyday. We spent hours in cafes, went on numerous visits to the Louvre, went shopping, drinking and partying like we had known each other for years. Her English had gotten remarkably better and I, the “ugly American,” as she called me, was learning some more French. I had forgotten all about my girlfriend stateside, whom I was calling once a week at best. I imagine it was not easy on her, but she gave me my space.
By the time June rolled around we had spent nearly three months spending time together everyday. It goes without saying that there was a sexual tension building between us which we were both beginning to recognize. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in the tone of her voice and feel it in the goodbye kisses to the cheek, which were no longer on the cheek. She would give me a little peck good bye instead of the customary cheek to cheek kisses, which eventually began to drive me mad. I think, however, that I was not the only one.
Let us take a moment for descriptions sake. Louise was goddamned hot. Yeah, I’m sorry for the bluntness, but the woman fucking was the epitome of sexiness. She had long black hair and dark brown eyes and about the tightest little body I had ever seen in my life. We would walk down the boulevards arm in arm and I felt like I was the hottest shit since sliced bread. Adding to her sexiness was her ridiculous sense of style, I have never been that concerned with fashion and such, but this woman looked fucking perfect every time we went out. Anyway, back to the story…
She had spent the night in my dorm and I in her apartment a few times after drinking a little too much wine, but nothing had ever happened. Honestly, I was too scared to make a move, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on and I did NOT want to fuck it up. She would lay there and we would talk until one of us passed out and left the other one to sweat in the ridiculous night heat. One morning we had woken up and she was wrapped around me, we were both covered in sweat. She got up and I watched her pull up her jeans over her perfectly rounded ass. I just about lost it. She leaned in to kiss me goodbye and lingered a bit longer then normal, I thought I was going to pass out. I went back to sleep before class and the smell of her on my sheets was absolutely intoxicating.
The next night a bunch of us went out to sit on the steps of the Sacre Coeur cathedral, mingle with the tourists, drink wine and hang out. Louise and Renee met us there after an hour or so and I swear to God she looked like an angel. She was more dazzling than I had ever seen her before and that was fucking saying something. She leaned in to kiss me hello and told me that she wanted to leave soon, she said, “I think, can we go to the…how do you call it…um…ah the roof, tonight a le Cite?” I told her I would love to do that, so we hung out for a bit before heading for the Metro back to the Cite. All I could think was, “something is definitely different with her tonight,” her walk was confident, as if she had just won the lottery, and she was constantly playing with her hair. Something was up; as I typed in my code to the front door my heart began beating furiously.
We sat on the roof and talked for nearly four and a half hours, watching the Eiffel Tower light up at the beginning of every hour and drinking wine until we were silly. She had been awfully touchy feely and I had to tuck away numerous boners over the course of the conversation. Then she absolutely blew my mind. “Do you like me, Fromage (cheese in French); do you want to have me?” I choked on my wine and about fell of the roof, “Uh…um…yeah…yes yes of course,” couldn’t have sounded stupider. She stood up and kissed me, my mouth melted into hers, I had dreamt of this exact moment nonstop since I arrived in France and it was finally here. She grabbed my hand and led me downstairs.
Walking into my room was like walking into another dimension. Immediately our mouths were connected and we were running our hands over every piece of the other’s body. I could literally feel the tension being relieved as I ran my hands up her shirt and into her bra. She was moaning and was no longer speaking English. Oh my God, I can still remember it so vividly how incredibly sexy her voice was in that beautiful language (it was actually the beginning of an obsession with women’s voices). She stepped back and put one finger over her mouth and said, “Stand there, do not move.” She slipped out of her tank top and undid her bra. I watched in utter amazement as her breasts spilled out the top, she smiled deviously. Stepping out of her pants, I gazed at her standing there wearing nothing. She told me to come closer, I did. She told me to touch her, I did. “Put your fingers in me,” she said, I did. I felt like I was dreaming only I was not asleep; I was awake and alive like I had never felt before.
I remember her gently pushing me back onto the bed and taking off my belt. From this point on the events are a blur of emotion and feeling. I remember her taking me into her mouth and feeling the most incredible sensation moving through my body, I laid down and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. She was worshiping my cock and whispering to me in French, I was in heaven. Slowly she kissed her way up my body until our mouths once again melted into each other. I vividly remember the feeling of her hand tickling my stomach as she reached her hand around me to slip me in. I had never felt anything like that in my life; I was having sex with an angel.
It gets even more blurry from here. It is all a mix of moaning and French musings, to be honest I have ran it through my mind so many times that I can’t remember what happened and what I’ve imagined over time. I remember her and I cumming at the same time and collapsing into a pile of sweat and juices and again melting into each others arms. I told her she had the most beautiful voice in the world. I ran my hands along her curves and she whispered quietly in my ear, switching back and forth between our two languages. I told her I never wanted to leave; she asked me why I couldn’t stay forever. The rest of the night and the next two, as well, continued in the same fashion, we were lost in complete bliss.
Louise went home to Lyons a few days after that night and I never did see her again. I was in class taking a test when she left. Renee told me she didn’t want to tell me she was leaving because she thought it would crush me. The whole time I thought it was going to be me who was leaving, for that I was prepared, this I was not. I was crushed, she was right, but she never saw me weakened, she never saw me broken. I concluded the reason she left the way she did was so that she would always remember me at my best, my peak. Believe me; I have never felt the same as I did those few days before she left, I don’t think I ever will.
I got back to the Cite later that evening, drunk, and found a note slipped under my door, I smelled her perfume as soon as I picked it up. I just stared at it, not opening it, just looking at it for a good five minutes. When I finally opened it, I found something short and sweet; but something that I will never forget until the day I die.
No man has ever touched me like you. I have never felt anything like when I was with you. I will never forget you...
Au revoir amour,
Louise
Those words were like none that I have ever heard. I still have that letter. Sometimes I take it out, look at it and smell it, hoping to take my mind back to a time when I felt something that to this day I still cannot describe.
This story is about a girl named Louise. I met Louise about two and a half years ago in Paris. I had arrived in France shortly before my birthday in February of 2006 to study and travel until August. I had been “officially” seeing M for about 7 months. Planning for this trip had been under way for more than a year, but when that plane lifted off from the greater Cincinnati airport, I had no idea what I was in for.
There were eight of us from my university who were going to stay at a dorm for international students on the south side of Paris called Cite Universitaire. A quick side note…I have no idea how to make accents on my computer, so my apologies to any French speakers for my lack of proper punctuation. Now, the CU had kids from all over the world who were staying for differing lengths of time, people were constantly coming and going. Luckily enough, two of my best friends had come on the trip too, so the three of us were going out with different people all the time, meeting new faces every night.
Louise was a girl that we met at in a bar directly across the Seine from Notre Dame about a week after we got there. She was from Lyons but had been living in Paris and studying at the Sorbonne for the past year. Her English was not great, but my French was basically nonexistent, so most of our conversations took place in broken English. It turns out she was living with her cousin Renee four stops to the north of us on the RER B which stopped right down the street from the CU. All throughout the winter the two of them would come by to drink wine, socialize and smoke hash.
By the time the trees started budding we had been seeing each other almost everyday. We spent hours in cafes, went on numerous visits to the Louvre, went shopping, drinking and partying like we had known each other for years. Her English had gotten remarkably better and I, the “ugly American,” as she called me, was learning some more French. I had forgotten all about my girlfriend stateside, whom I was calling once a week at best. I imagine it was not easy on her, but she gave me my space.
By the time June rolled around we had spent nearly three months spending time together everyday. It goes without saying that there was a sexual tension building between us which we were both beginning to recognize. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in the tone of her voice and feel it in the goodbye kisses to the cheek, which were no longer on the cheek. She would give me a little peck good bye instead of the customary cheek to cheek kisses, which eventually began to drive me mad. I think, however, that I was not the only one.
Let us take a moment for descriptions sake. Louise was goddamned hot. Yeah, I’m sorry for the bluntness, but the woman fucking was the epitome of sexiness. She had long black hair and dark brown eyes and about the tightest little body I had ever seen in my life. We would walk down the boulevards arm in arm and I felt like I was the hottest shit since sliced bread. Adding to her sexiness was her ridiculous sense of style, I have never been that concerned with fashion and such, but this woman looked fucking perfect every time we went out. Anyway, back to the story…
She had spent the night in my dorm and I in her apartment a few times after drinking a little too much wine, but nothing had ever happened. Honestly, I was too scared to make a move, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on and I did NOT want to fuck it up. She would lay there and we would talk until one of us passed out and left the other one to sweat in the ridiculous night heat. One morning we had woken up and she was wrapped around me, we were both covered in sweat. She got up and I watched her pull up her jeans over her perfectly rounded ass. I just about lost it. She leaned in to kiss me goodbye and lingered a bit longer then normal, I thought I was going to pass out. I went back to sleep before class and the smell of her on my sheets was absolutely intoxicating.
The next night a bunch of us went out to sit on the steps of the Sacre Coeur cathedral, mingle with the tourists, drink wine and hang out. Louise and Renee met us there after an hour or so and I swear to God she looked like an angel. She was more dazzling than I had ever seen her before and that was fucking saying something. She leaned in to kiss me hello and told me that she wanted to leave soon, she said, “I think, can we go to the…how do you call it…um…ah the roof, tonight a le Cite?” I told her I would love to do that, so we hung out for a bit before heading for the Metro back to the Cite. All I could think was, “something is definitely different with her tonight,” her walk was confident, as if she had just won the lottery, and she was constantly playing with her hair. Something was up; as I typed in my code to the front door my heart began beating furiously.
We sat on the roof and talked for nearly four and a half hours, watching the Eiffel Tower light up at the beginning of every hour and drinking wine until we were silly. She had been awfully touchy feely and I had to tuck away numerous boners over the course of the conversation. Then she absolutely blew my mind. “Do you like me, Fromage (cheese in French); do you want to have me?” I choked on my wine and about fell of the roof, “Uh…um…yeah…yes yes of course,” couldn’t have sounded stupider. She stood up and kissed me, my mouth melted into hers, I had dreamt of this exact moment nonstop since I arrived in France and it was finally here. She grabbed my hand and led me downstairs.
Walking into my room was like walking into another dimension. Immediately our mouths were connected and we were running our hands over every piece of the other’s body. I could literally feel the tension being relieved as I ran my hands up her shirt and into her bra. She was moaning and was no longer speaking English. Oh my God, I can still remember it so vividly how incredibly sexy her voice was in that beautiful language (it was actually the beginning of an obsession with women’s voices). She stepped back and put one finger over her mouth and said, “Stand there, do not move.” She slipped out of her tank top and undid her bra. I watched in utter amazement as her breasts spilled out the top, she smiled deviously. Stepping out of her pants, I gazed at her standing there wearing nothing. She told me to come closer, I did. She told me to touch her, I did. “Put your fingers in me,” she said, I did. I felt like I was dreaming only I was not asleep; I was awake and alive like I had never felt before.
I remember her gently pushing me back onto the bed and taking off my belt. From this point on the events are a blur of emotion and feeling. I remember her taking me into her mouth and feeling the most incredible sensation moving through my body, I laid down and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. She was worshiping my cock and whispering to me in French, I was in heaven. Slowly she kissed her way up my body until our mouths once again melted into each other. I vividly remember the feeling of her hand tickling my stomach as she reached her hand around me to slip me in. I had never felt anything like that in my life; I was having sex with an angel.
It gets even more blurry from here. It is all a mix of moaning and French musings, to be honest I have ran it through my mind so many times that I can’t remember what happened and what I’ve imagined over time. I remember her and I cumming at the same time and collapsing into a pile of sweat and juices and again melting into each others arms. I told her she had the most beautiful voice in the world. I ran my hands along her curves and she whispered quietly in my ear, switching back and forth between our two languages. I told her I never wanted to leave; she asked me why I couldn’t stay forever. The rest of the night and the next two, as well, continued in the same fashion, we were lost in complete bliss.
Louise went home to Lyons a few days after that night and I never did see her again. I was in class taking a test when she left. Renee told me she didn’t want to tell me she was leaving because she thought it would crush me. The whole time I thought it was going to be me who was leaving, for that I was prepared, this I was not. I was crushed, she was right, but she never saw me weakened, she never saw me broken. I concluded the reason she left the way she did was so that she would always remember me at my best, my peak. Believe me; I have never felt the same as I did those few days before she left, I don’t think I ever will.
I got back to the Cite later that evening, drunk, and found a note slipped under my door, I smelled her perfume as soon as I picked it up. I just stared at it, not opening it, just looking at it for a good five minutes. When I finally opened it, I found something short and sweet; but something that I will never forget until the day I die.
No man has ever touched me like you. I have never felt anything like when I was with you. I will never forget you...
Au revoir amour,
Louise
Those words were like none that I have ever heard. I still have that letter. Sometimes I take it out, look at it and smell it, hoping to take my mind back to a time when I felt something that to this day I still cannot describe.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
I am going to kill you.
I am going to kill you.
Look right at the whites in my eyes and tell me if you think I am kidding? I told you; look really hard, do you think I am fucking kidding? Does it look like I am kidding? Believe me, friend, I am not kidding. I am totally and absolutely serious.
I am going to kill you.
Listen. That was the sound of my .45, it is unmistakable. You and I both know what it means, your time has come. Now that you are staring down the barrel of my gun, I will ask you one more time. Do you think I’m joking?
I am going to kill you.
I can see your life flash before my eyes, and believe me when I tell you that I do not care. When we are done here, friend, there will be no remorse and there will be no turning back. You will cease to exist and I will go on living. No remorse.
I am going to kill you.
The time is at hand. I feel the kickback from the first shot in my hand, it feels so good. It feels like I just came. Lucky for you I missed, just grazing your ear. I need to get my head straight, next time I won’t miss. That, my friend, I promise you. Your time is at hand. Say your prayers you miserable fuck.
I am going to kill you.
The next four shots fire in one fluid motion. Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang. I let the kick of the pistol force my shots up your torso. One in your pelvis, one in your stomach, one in your chest and one in your head. Little pieces of you are floating to the floor in slow motion. The remaining nine shots explode in short succession, going from your groin upwards again. The feeling is incredible. Orgasm. Ecstasy. Exhilaration.
It is done now.
I am watching you die. I told you that I was not kidding. You should have listened, I warned you. My gun is smoking, my breathing shallow and quick, my hands are shaking. Your breathing is finished. Back to the dust, my friend. I can see it in your eyes. Your time has come. The life has left you, there is no turning back now. It is done now.
I have killed you.
I look down at my watch, my hour is over. I push the button and the wire brings you near, to survey my destruction. I take off the clips, ball you up and throw you into the trash. I walk upstairs, turn in my range card and head for the door.
“Have a good time shootin down there, bub?” asks the man at the counter.
“Orgasmic,” I respond.
“Nothin like shootin a few targets to blow off some steam huh, bub?”
“I wasn’t shooting, my friend, I was killing.”
Look right at the whites in my eyes and tell me if you think I am kidding? I told you; look really hard, do you think I am fucking kidding? Does it look like I am kidding? Believe me, friend, I am not kidding. I am totally and absolutely serious.
I am going to kill you.
Listen. That was the sound of my .45, it is unmistakable. You and I both know what it means, your time has come. Now that you are staring down the barrel of my gun, I will ask you one more time. Do you think I’m joking?
I am going to kill you.
I can see your life flash before my eyes, and believe me when I tell you that I do not care. When we are done here, friend, there will be no remorse and there will be no turning back. You will cease to exist and I will go on living. No remorse.
I am going to kill you.
The time is at hand. I feel the kickback from the first shot in my hand, it feels so good. It feels like I just came. Lucky for you I missed, just grazing your ear. I need to get my head straight, next time I won’t miss. That, my friend, I promise you. Your time is at hand. Say your prayers you miserable fuck.
I am going to kill you.
The next four shots fire in one fluid motion. Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang. I let the kick of the pistol force my shots up your torso. One in your pelvis, one in your stomach, one in your chest and one in your head. Little pieces of you are floating to the floor in slow motion. The remaining nine shots explode in short succession, going from your groin upwards again. The feeling is incredible. Orgasm. Ecstasy. Exhilaration.
It is done now.
I am watching you die. I told you that I was not kidding. You should have listened, I warned you. My gun is smoking, my breathing shallow and quick, my hands are shaking. Your breathing is finished. Back to the dust, my friend. I can see it in your eyes. Your time has come. The life has left you, there is no turning back now. It is done now.
I have killed you.
I look down at my watch, my hour is over. I push the button and the wire brings you near, to survey my destruction. I take off the clips, ball you up and throw you into the trash. I walk upstairs, turn in my range card and head for the door.
“Have a good time shootin down there, bub?” asks the man at the counter.
“Orgasmic,” I respond.
“Nothin like shootin a few targets to blow off some steam huh, bub?”
“I wasn’t shooting, my friend, I was killing.”
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