Post by HALE BLACK SATIN on Jul 9, 2015 14:57:00 GMT -6
July 3, 2015
Saint Augustine, Florida
Another night.
Another conquest.
Another poor sap coming to grips of what just happened to him and lacking the proper facilities to properly process it all. I’ve seen it before but honestly, it was just one big dramatic production after another. Then again, once it’s all said and done, I guess the way of life that I decide to live isn’t for everyone.
But strange how during the little dance that I do so well…no one has yet to complain or have those moments of moral conflicts then.
Hm. Strange that.
“So what happens now?”
The piercing blue eyes of the young twenty-four year old man, who had just been sent to the moon and back thanks to yours truly, look right at me as I climb out of his rather comfortable king-sized bed as I grab the black Under Armor compression shorts and quickly slide them over my thighs and back over my well-toned hips.
“What do you mean, what happens now?”
I couldn’t hide the smile spreading back over my lips, knowing exactly where this was going. The kid was going to crack…just like all the others. It was sad and pathetic, but yet very entertaining to watch. Some cried…others got angry…and the rest, they just either sat there or lied there with a stupid look on their faces. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I grabbed the pair of American Eagle jeans and just as quickly slide them over my legs before buttoning the single brass button at the top of the denim.
“Well, I mean I’m supposed to be getting married in like, less than a week!”
“And your point?”
Ugh. The word marriage was just a joke and an utter and complete excuse for the word ‘Settling.’ I wanted to break the poor little bastard’s heart, explain to him that he has the rest of his life to have meaningless missionary sex with the same chick for the rest of his life.
To be glad that just a for a minute, you were free to do whatever felt right not because someone said so, not because some centuries old book told you to, or some guy on a cross told you too.
…you did it because you wanted too and it made you feel good.
But that was a different discussion for a different time.
“I just fucked a dude, that’s my point! I’m not fucking gay!”
I groan softly and rolled my eyes as I stood up from my spot on the bed and spun around to meet his gorgeous eyes.
“For starters, I’m not gay either, I’m bi-sexual, there’s a difference, like my little black book is about as twice as big as yours…”
“..And secondly, there’s nothing wrong with what just happened so dial it down a notch and technically you didn’t fuck a dude.”
“I didn’t.”
“No, technically you just got –fucked- by a dude, there is a difference.”
“What the fuck, man!?”
Okay, okay, so I really didn’t need to theoretically I didn’t need to tease the poor boy more than I already had, but I couldn’t help myself like with most things in life. I reached out and placed a soft hand on his cheek to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. I could feel the warm blood rush to his cheeks as he continued to play the tough guy card pulling his head away slowly.
“Easy, sweet cheeks, easy…I’m just yanking your chain for shits and giggles; it’s going to be alright.”
“It’s going to be alright? The fuck you say, what happens when everyone else gets wind of this?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of desperation and frustration in his voice as he tried to piece everything together in hopes of doing some sort of damage control, in hopes getting in front of this before it got out of hand.
“Listen, man, are you going to tell anyone about this?”
“Are you kidding me? This would ruin me…ruin everything.”
“Well, those only leaves me and trust me in the next thirty minutes, you’re never going to see me again.”
“I’m not?”
With a smile, I stepped back towards the bed and placed my hand on the back of his neck taking a firm and complete grip before shaking my head slowly.
“No, sweetheart, you won’t. You see after this, I’m leaving Florida and I’m going to straight to HELL. But no worries, my beautiful man…”
I placed a soft kiss on his lips, wanting to leave him something to remember me by on those lonely nights when the misses wouldn't be putting out years from now.
“…you won’t be coming with me.”
Saint Augustine, Florida
Another night.
Another conquest.
Another poor sap coming to grips of what just happened to him and lacking the proper facilities to properly process it all. I’ve seen it before but honestly, it was just one big dramatic production after another. Then again, once it’s all said and done, I guess the way of life that I decide to live isn’t for everyone.
But strange how during the little dance that I do so well…no one has yet to complain or have those moments of moral conflicts then.
Hm. Strange that.
“So what happens now?”
The piercing blue eyes of the young twenty-four year old man, who had just been sent to the moon and back thanks to yours truly, look right at me as I climb out of his rather comfortable king-sized bed as I grab the black Under Armor compression shorts and quickly slide them over my thighs and back over my well-toned hips.
“What do you mean, what happens now?”
I couldn’t hide the smile spreading back over my lips, knowing exactly where this was going. The kid was going to crack…just like all the others. It was sad and pathetic, but yet very entertaining to watch. Some cried…others got angry…and the rest, they just either sat there or lied there with a stupid look on their faces. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I grabbed the pair of American Eagle jeans and just as quickly slide them over my legs before buttoning the single brass button at the top of the denim.
“Well, I mean I’m supposed to be getting married in like, less than a week!”
“And your point?”
Ugh. The word marriage was just a joke and an utter and complete excuse for the word ‘Settling.’ I wanted to break the poor little bastard’s heart, explain to him that he has the rest of his life to have meaningless missionary sex with the same chick for the rest of his life.
To be glad that just a for a minute, you were free to do whatever felt right not because someone said so, not because some centuries old book told you to, or some guy on a cross told you too.
…you did it because you wanted too and it made you feel good.
But that was a different discussion for a different time.
“I just fucked a dude, that’s my point! I’m not fucking gay!”
I groan softly and rolled my eyes as I stood up from my spot on the bed and spun around to meet his gorgeous eyes.
“For starters, I’m not gay either, I’m bi-sexual, there’s a difference, like my little black book is about as twice as big as yours…”
“..And secondly, there’s nothing wrong with what just happened so dial it down a notch and technically you didn’t fuck a dude.”
“I didn’t.”
“No, technically you just got –fucked- by a dude, there is a difference.”
“What the fuck, man!?”
Okay, okay, so I really didn’t need to theoretically I didn’t need to tease the poor boy more than I already had, but I couldn’t help myself like with most things in life. I reached out and placed a soft hand on his cheek to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. I could feel the warm blood rush to his cheeks as he continued to play the tough guy card pulling his head away slowly.
“Easy, sweet cheeks, easy…I’m just yanking your chain for shits and giggles; it’s going to be alright.”
“It’s going to be alright? The fuck you say, what happens when everyone else gets wind of this?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of desperation and frustration in his voice as he tried to piece everything together in hopes of doing some sort of damage control, in hopes getting in front of this before it got out of hand.
“Listen, man, are you going to tell anyone about this?”
“Are you kidding me? This would ruin me…ruin everything.”
“Well, those only leaves me and trust me in the next thirty minutes, you’re never going to see me again.”
“I’m not?”
With a smile, I stepped back towards the bed and placed my hand on the back of his neck taking a firm and complete grip before shaking my head slowly.
“No, sweetheart, you won’t. You see after this, I’m leaving Florida and I’m going to straight to HELL. But no worries, my beautiful man…”
I placed a soft kiss on his lips, wanting to leave him something to remember me by on those lonely nights when the misses wouldn't be putting out years from now.
“…you won’t be coming with me.”
