I wrote this short story of a man who lost himself at a discotheque and lost much more. Story is fictional.
Handcuffed Drunken Sailor
When a woman boasting with a seductive smile with a glass of whiskey enticing you to drink with her...what is a man to do? Her body roared to you, seeing her sweaty body imaging having her naked out of her slutty clothes that just want you smack her butt as she smacks you with small talk wagging her fingers taunting your manhood, hormones spiraling out of control as your chiseled body wants to eat out her slim body of drunken intercourse...I'm in a hard rock in my glass, should be ice in my glass. I see a police officer who already made rounds of kicking the apartment room door down as I am bare with my boxer briefs on in drunken sweat. I have no idea the sex was a farce as she had no memory that lead each of us here in her bedroom as the cop sees traits of blood stains on the floor. seeing welts and slashed wrist she slashed me with a kitchen knife, I tried to run out of the room as the cop had his baton and cracked my back, cracked my right knee which already had torn cartilage, whipped my head off swelled in blood 5 times, kicking my oblique as she threw the whiskey bottle that almost connected head on at my face. I am just a naive black man who was seeking a good time, good time indeed as the other 2 police officers rushed up 10 floors to handcuff me...I should have seen my wrist being handcuffed when I made love to her several times after she squeezed my butt like a lioness who wanted 2 of my pears in the back of my pants to score with me at the club. I told her at the time at the club, I am looking for new social experience in the social scene on my own as Wolverine, yearning for a woman who does not see handcuffs when being in a relationship of seduction, addiction and infatuation for me is not to be is the worst scenario of mankind...I'm not a frog looking to be kissed and tell to. She told me in a mousy voice with her green eyes and chestnut hair, I've seem worst guys here with empty glasses. I see a glass half full looking into your brown eyes, no handcuffing of exhilaration, you and I can talk about whose who in our lives, I can tell time will tell you like me soon enough and I'll fill up your glass and scream hello world! The drunken bliss on introduction escalated from seducing my heart on the dance floor to stealing my emotions like a car hitting a deer heading to her apartment which was a few drunken blocks away on a brisk late fall night. Love sick odyssey eating out her peach, making brewed love to her peach, licking her firm cinnamon rolls, as she took her time eating my wiener and licked through my spaghetti hairs sticking out of my chest for 3 hours as we booth took shoots of whiskey to accelerate our transmission. All I can think after the intercourse and introduction of learning what we liked in one another just made me sad wondering did she blacked out on purpose as she slit my wrist with a kitchen knife in her left hand a few hours later who are you nigger, what are you doing in my room? I'm Ace, the guy you took from the club. She yelled who the heehaw are you? I showed her the condoms and the whiskey bottle in question and she started to throw anything she could at me...she yelled, get away from me you monkey as she had a belt in her right hand as she stepped into her closet and launched at me like a catcher getting blindsided at home plate having little memory of what took place. I wish I could take the night on rewind hours earlier instead of being drunk and bloody in the rear of a police cruiser as I made love to the woman with her green eyes rear just sometime earlier as I see sadness within my handcuffs. All hail the drinking man!
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Handcuffed Drunken Sailor
When a woman boasting with a seductive smile with a glass of whiskey enticing you to drink with her...what is a man to do? Her body roared to you, seeing her sweaty body imaging having her naked out of her slutty clothes that just want you smack her butt as she smacks you with small talk wagging her fingers taunting your manhood, hormones spiraling out of control as your chiseled body wants to eat out her slim body of drunken intercourse...I'm in a hard rock in my glass, should be ice in my glass. I see a police officer who already made rounds of kicking the apartment room door down as I am bare with my boxer briefs on in drunken sweat. I have no idea the sex was a farce as she had no memory that lead each of us here in her bedroom as the cop sees traits of blood stains on the floor. seeing welts and slashed wrist she slashed me with a kitchen knife, I tried to run out of the room as the cop had his baton and cracked my back, cracked my right knee which already had torn cartilage, whipped my head off swelled in blood 5 times, kicking my oblique as she threw the whiskey bottle that almost connected head on at my face. I am just a naive black man who was seeking a good time, good time indeed as the other 2 police officers rushed up 10 floors to handcuff me...I should have seen my wrist being handcuffed when I made love to her several times after she squeezed my butt like a lioness who wanted 2 of my pears in the back of my pants to score with me at the club. I told her at the time at the club, I am looking for new social experience in the social scene on my own as Wolverine, yearning for a woman who does not see handcuffs when being in a relationship of seduction, addiction and infatuation for me is not to be is the worst scenario of mankind...I'm not a frog looking to be kissed and tell to. She told me in a mousy voice with her green eyes and chestnut hair, I've seem worst guys here with empty glasses. I see a glass half full looking into your brown eyes, no handcuffing of exhilaration, you and I can talk about whose who in our lives, I can tell time will tell you like me soon enough and I'll fill up your glass and scream hello world! The drunken bliss on introduction escalated from seducing my heart on the dance floor to stealing my emotions like a car hitting a deer heading to her apartment which was a few drunken blocks away on a brisk late fall night. Love sick odyssey eating out her peach, making brewed love to her peach, licking her firm cinnamon rolls, as she took her time eating my wiener and licked through my spaghetti hairs sticking out of my chest for 3 hours as we booth took shoots of whiskey to accelerate our transmission. All I can think after the intercourse and introduction of learning what we liked in one another just made me sad wondering did she blacked out on purpose as she slit my wrist with a kitchen knife in her left hand a few hours later who are you nigger, what are you doing in my room? I'm Ace, the guy you took from the club. She yelled who the heehaw are you? I showed her the condoms and the whiskey bottle in question and she started to throw anything she could at me...she yelled, get away from me you monkey as she had a belt in her right hand as she stepped into her closet and launched at me like a catcher getting blindsided at home plate having little memory of what took place. I wish I could take the night on rewind hours earlier instead of being drunk and bloody in the rear of a police cruiser as I made love to the woman with her green eyes rear just sometime earlier as I see sadness within my handcuffs. All hail the drinking man!
Recent Photos
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| Homemade 3 cheese stuffed crust pizza with pepperoni on top...greasy goodness! Pizza was made on November 4, 2013 |
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| Sorta coach low-floored Gillig 1230 in clouds at the Glenway Crossing Transit Hub layover. Photo was taken on November 6, 2013. |
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| Elmhurst Place bridge in O'Bryonville. Photo was taken on November 9, 2013. |
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| Sorta coach low-floored Gillig 6012 at the Kenwood Road Loop layover at Madisonville as Route 11 Erie Avenue-Hyde Park. Photo was taken on November 12, 2013. |
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| Sorta coach hybrid New Flyer 9069 at Marburg Avenue layover in Oakley. Photo was taken on November 14, 2013. |
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| Sorta coach low-floored Gillig 6031 in sunshine at the Glenway Crossing Transit Hub layover. Photo was taken on November 14, 2013. |
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| Sorta coach New Flyer hybrid 1106 One Year Later at Kenwood Road Loop layover at Madisonville. Photo was taken on November 15, 2013. |
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| Sorta coach low-floored Gillig 1234 at the Center of Cincinnati Shopping Center layover. Photo was taken on November 20, 2013. |
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| Snowman at Oakley Square...I haven't eaten turkey yet, ugh! photo was taken on November 21, 2013. |
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| A surprise, a bus I didn't have a photo of. Sorta coach New Flyer 8019 in clouds at Glenway Crossing Transit Hub layover. Photo was taken on November 21, 2013. |
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