Hilarous
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Wisest would become lost and forgetful about what he does if he talked to this woman. She is damn f*****g confused and it's hilarious. And she is something to make you go crazy. Really? Let's scratch the last part.
"I think people are too bad to have views on you when they have never sat with you and talked for once. Funny, right?" She says paying her head in the sofa.
"But how can they? Papers have told them how snarky your family is and you are a f*****g playboy. We will believe paper, won't we? What options have we got? Because someone among us writes that. I write them myself. Good or bad. But I am still saying you are not bad." She skates her head and waits for my approval. As if that will sort out her actual feelings about filthy rich brats.
"Yes, you are indeed right." I say pouring myself some wine for a free show.
"But at moments you are praised like God. I mean, f**k you. " she laughs hysterically.
" oh yes please, pleasure is all mine," I say.
She stops, squeezes her eyes small and grins, " that's what I implied with playboy. f**k and duck concept. How can someone forget this and that old lady you almost killed? Hey, do you ever think about her? And you never paid her other bills ever after that right?"
The f**k.
"Yes, I do. But her daughter won't let me help. She has a fondness for a day when somebody asks her about it and she would b***h me out. Well, this all was because of her." I tell her slowly. I don't know why I am telling a woman so drunk to even take care of herself to understand my grievances.
"Oh. Is it? What happened? I didn't know you cared." She points and means towards ns. It's funny and I almost laugh but remember the allegation she put. Not that I am embodiment of goodness bit I am not so evil as she has been throwing at me time and again.
Well, she also said that she didn't believe it all. And didn't I think an hour ago that she is so beautifully confused?
" Yeah, she was following me ever after.." I trail. Dammit.
"Even after?"
"Even after a night. It was just a night. But she thought I was good to her so it meant me something." It didn't mean a f*****g thing. And mostly it doesn't. What can you do when you are forced upon the family legacy and you just want to get the heat out of you and you fend towards this. Meaningless s*x. Drink nights. Or simply sitting in the beach trying to gather some courage to find my own path away from all this. But I don't because I am a p***y.
She tilts her head and stares me.
" You see when I was in Madrid this guy came up to me in the bar and asked for a dance. "
"And? Did he do something to you?" I ask her Panicking. Somehow it's infuriating me. She rolls her eyes up thinking.
"Tell me." I push.
"And we danced. He told me I am a bad girl. Because I wouldn't let him kiss me, you know." she shakes her head cutely.
Alright, you are so damn drunk.
"Once it was late after work. I asked my workmate if he could drop me home. I got my car tolled away that same morning. "
" Bad. Okay." I wait patiently.
" We both got into our apartment and he f*****g gave me the best orgasms of my life. " She whispers in my ear.
Damn you woman.
I cringe while she continued.
"I mean he was licking me like the worlds last thing. Like yogurt off a fixed bowl." She still whispers at me leaning to me more
"Then when it was my turn. I declined. I mean I never done that. And next, I declined the deed totally because my conscience got me. " she tells me squeezing her nose.
It pleases my ears. The guy got the chicken leg out of marshmallow to back again.
What ygd f**k?
Did I just compare boner with the chicken leg?
I am struggling when she caught my attention again, " then next he called me f*****g pig w***e all the time. As if I wouldn't be that if I did that. It's same. People think and do however they want."
I just stare at her. Everything seems little sensible at the last sentence. But then again she blows it.
"Oh wait, my friend Carl is a gay. And he got a piercing in his you know... Piece. And it got stuck in the girl's vagina." She laughs too loud and I am so dumb.
"You get the irony? The universe was telling him it's so wrong and messed up. That girl." She laughs again.
Beep. Beep. I can't take it anymore.
"Just like that. The Universe gave me signs when my workmate started to rub his lip ring on my v****a. I had to duck him. It was necessary. Damn."
Fuck. It's so hard to listen to her s****l experience. Not that I never heard my woman's experience but she is making me go crazy.
Maybe because I haven't tasted her. Once I do she will be just another woman to me.
"Dear, it's hurting me. It should not but it is. And you didn't tell me about you? Tell me something." I wait and she start to shake her head weirdly. Her mouth swells up and I roll my eyes at her drunkenness.
" You got to stop doing that sweetheart. " I say.
She motion me flicking her hand signifying throwing something out of mouth? Damn, f**k. My carpet.
"Babe. Comon, bathroom is that way." I stand up alarmed and it's too late.
She ran all over my trousers and shoes and her dress too. Great.
"Sorry." she manage from the gurgling vomit. I pity her but bile is rising in my stomach too.
"Oh. Sweetheart, common here is bathroom." I lead her to my bathroom and pat her back until she is done. Getting her a glass of water, I suggest her to change in my clothes.
"I will shower. It smells." she says.
And something light in me at that moment. I am eager when she stares to take off her clothes throwing them one by one on the floor and gets under the shower head. Somehow I refrain going anywhere down her waist. Hell, I can't take my eyes off the tight perky bulge beneath her black lacy bra leading down to narrow waist ending on the sides of the black panties cupping the damn taut cheeks perfectly. It's so damn hard to not work my feet when water start to fall down and down and down.. I gulp.
I lean into the counter for stability. But it gets too hard and I rush in. I grab her arm and we kiss. It's surprising she doesn't resist and show tge same intensity as I have.
In another minutes I am out if my clothes eating her neck and mouth. She taste of... Well a vomit. But it really doesn't seem to bother me. I feel it like a natural and not made up.
I lead out to my bedroom and I push her slowly in my bed. After a long passionate kiss, groping, running, sweating and moaning, she push me by my shoulder.
I look at her and she stares at me.
"What's wrong?" I ask her. I am at my top right position now, holding my need of satisfying that bone down. I can't wait but I can see through her and it's torturous.
"Conscience call?! " I ask.
She shrugs.
I get off her and lay just next to her. Why women need ti think this much?
Not that I didn't know she would reject the s*x, yet I brought her here.
Her face screamed she wasn't into any kind of s*x for the night.. Or ever, I guess unless a that The guy.
Your fault Danny.
I turn to look at her, "Atkeast tell me your name baby."
"f**k, she is asleep.. Naked." I mutter.
Should I sleep beside her?
No.
Tomorrow I might not even wake up.
I leave her in the room after covering her in blanket. Taking a moment, I praise her beauty. Her face glows under the lights shadowing the ceeck bones at right places. She is beautiful, whatever.
Switchkng off the light, I head to the living room. Resort to cleaning the mess while thinking of her lying naked in my bed. The idea is as intimating as torturing.
I inahle tge the smell of bleach and refreshners around. I lay myself on the sofa and close my eyes.
There is a woman naked in my bed.
"This isn't going to work." I stand rush up to her. Admire her beauty for some minutes. Then take the cover off. Watch her some more like asex addict crreep. Curse myself. Crush my self respect. Touch her bra. Crsuh some of more left of respect.
"Well it would be better if she wakes up with some clothes on."
I get her my boxer and Shirt. Dress her counting 1 to 100 with my trembling hands, trying so hard to not look while I did, still at some points I stole a glance and the f*****g boner got the best in me, killing me within. I sigh loking at my work and head back to my sofa, close my eyes and sleep.
There is just a woman in my bed.
Fully f*****g dressed.
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