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I walked out of the bar. Pissed again.
Another fight with the girl, and I had to get out of there. Cant walk a straight line but its alright. Im only 5 miles from home.
Cross the street, and Im not even off out of sight from the bar, when a truck pulls over. Excellent! My lucky day.
Jog up to the door, trying not to fall or stumble. And what pops into view but a nice looking blonde. Not a model or any silly shit, but not bad on the eyes either.
She asks if I need a ride. Hell yes, cant you see Im in no shape to be making this walk?
Alright, so I smiled and said yes, and thanks.
Hopped in the truck and away we went.
We made small talk, shared names, the usual BS as you meet someone. She had to hit the store near my place so we went there first. And from there time passed like eternity. Seems we're in no rush to get me home. And as it happens, Im in no mood to make a fuss.
She wants to hang out, maybe go to a friends party that night. NOT a problem. I point her towards my place so I can change and wash up. And away we go. She walks right into my place with me and into my room to watch me change. (Shrugs) Im not really bashful at this point in time.
We need to pick up a friend of hers. Girl is pretty nice until she realises shes riding in the back of the truck to get home.
Drop off the friend, and head to the blondes house. We talk for hours. Almost party time when we realise we're getting hungry. Out to a restaurant for a bite. Here is where things ignite. Its there she learns I write poetry.
Nothing fancy, not like Ill be remembered after Im gone. But the glaze goes over her eyes.
From there the night gets fun quick. We're off to party. And the whole time, no one there has to ask who shes with. We drink, laugh, kiss, leave impressions on the soul, and party till the wee hours.
Time to go, we need to get out. Enough of temptation already. Its a long smitten drive back to my place. We're both jacked up, tured on, and High high.
The roomies dont even notice us coming through. Slip up the stairs, close the door, and the sum of all evening hits.
Could I give you the down and dirty? Yeah, but then youd miss the point of the evening. The passion, the heat, the pure lust of the moment had been a slow turmultous build up over the entire evening. 4pm to 4am. 12 hours of verbal, visual and scent ladden lust built up in two people.
We kissed a long lingering kiss as she had go.
Left her number on my nightstand and told me to call if I dumped the girl that started this evenings little tirade. I might have just done that, if my time in the lake country hadnt come to an end right after that.
But I still have it, that one perfect evening with a stranger. Tucked away in the nooks of my mind. I take it out every now and then when I think the world is too mundane.
8/8/2006 5:23 pm
I can smell it in the air. Wonderful memories, Jake. Thanks for sharing. |
Hugs and a Smootch.
After all the sex is gone, there is the mind - Lady Hunter / BAB
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8/10/2006 7:32 pm
Wow Jake, great insight into the depth of Your spirit... truly it is. E/everyone should have at least one encounter that leaves such a fantastic lasting impression. Gives us all something to strive for doesn't it?|
You, my friend Jake, are appreciated greatly! And i have really missed You! It's just a pity i only visit Your area once every few months.
9/3/2006 12:38 pm
time out of time|
You cannot conceive the many without the one.
9/11/2006 6:17 am
Jake me also wrote about hitchhitching so I can relate to this is a way very good blog |