That Guy, That Daybreak

A BIT OF NOT-MEs

I have been lurking around bars and party places with friends since time immemorial - filling our system with alcohol and nicotine and satisfying a little bit of carnal cravings. Sure this one might offend the traditional and the conservative minds, my apologies. If you are not prepared to read some explicit thoughts, please refrain from reading on.

Before I go further, I would like this one fact known: I go out with male friends and we do hunt for the other species of our kind. Brokeback Mountain? I heard people call it that way.

One weekday, I was with a couple of guy friends dancing our night out with the usual dosage of alcohol and vitamin N (N for nicotine).

Click! We started dancing at around ten in the evening and our energy reserve still can power a medium-sized subdivision for a night. We danced our way to drunkenness. And when everything seemed to have revolved around our heads, we started to get out of control. We broke out from a state of fixation and went into madness or whatever you may wanna call it.

Click! Hands and feet and hips and shoulders and everything are working in synergy that one would think the bones in our system were absent or have turned into a snake’s somehow.

At about three in the morning I found myself on the dance floor near the bar with my friends. We earned some alien stares from the people around, it was like there are a number of eyes (slits for that matter) scattered around the darkened walls. I cared less.

Further on, I caught a glimpse of this guy staring at me, smiling. I dismissed it by looking right at my back, expecting to see some gurl the guy might be smiling at. But behind me was a wall of glass. He might be smiling at his reflection in the glass I thought. But he continuously stared at me - insistent, provoking.

Click! I was caught under the threshold that separates fancy and reality. I surrendered (as if spreading myself to submission) and smiled back to him in an effort to earn a new friend that night. The next moment, he was wading his way on the fool-flooded dance floor, towards me. In a millisecond, he anchored his hands on my waist, gyrating his loins against mine. I was apprehensive during the first seconds but as the motion went constant, I gained ground and went with the flow.

The temperature went high that I wished I was somewhere cold. It must be a burning fever! But the base were both our loins. Not a fever, is it? The magnitude of the given situation gravitated and pinned me to a state of utter lunacy.

Despite that, I took control of my emotions. At least I tried. For a flashing moment, images of two masculine forms in union flashed on my already twisted mind. But I decided not to entertain those images and shifted my mind to the guy I am dancing with. He is about my height five feet five inches at least, about my built, a long nose, a pair of magnetic eyes… I got attracted in an instant.

At first it was just a dance, a daring dance.

Click! I look at him straight to the eyes and both spelled something that turned me on. Then he smiled and so I did. His thin lips bared his tongue licking his upper teeth. I did the same. Moments onwards, he stuck his tongue out. And so I did.

His teasing tongue was like a snake slithering out from its hole, looking for a prey to invade. I am your slave I muttered to myself, smiling wildly. The perfect combination of alcohol and insanity told me to stuck mine out too. And so I did.

‘Twas just that at first – sticking our tongues out, never touching anything than the nicotine-filled air inside the bar.

Click! The heat intensified and I was surprised by my own action. Our faces went closer slowly and the next thing I knew, our tongues twisted, intertwined and were battling like swords, only, soft, wet and hot.

As the time progressed, your mouths connected. He expertly sucked my lower and upper lips aside from my tongue. After every encounter, we broke into smiles.

Click! More things happened as daybreak cut in. I found myself on the ledge with that guy. The heat further intensified. He reached for my crotch, my butt cheeks and the portion where my tight ass hole is. He even went as far as licking my tummy. Cool! I shouted deep within.

Between what I call "takes", doses of alcohol were handed to me (courtesy of the guy) and my system is more than eager to drink up.

Then I pondered. Am I me tonight? Have I been so imprisoned that I am acting like I broke out from a life-long prison? Is it the alcohol or the nicotine perhaps? Or it’s just that I am undersexed?

The constant lip and tongue sucking went on until we decided to call it a day. Time for us to go part ways – me with my friends and him with himself as he was alone that night.

Click! On the stair landing outside the bar, he went after me handing yet another serving of alcohol. One more dose then another torrid kiss and then we bid goodbye to each other.

"What a night!" I screamed to myself.

Click! Moments later on the roadside while waiting for our ride, he was again at my back. Before taking his ride, he motioned for another kiss but I refused. "Crazy!" I told myself. "This might be the last!" But no. The single strand of insanity that bound my brain to my head restrained me.

Click! He was gone. But with a promise. "See you around!"

Click! Back to reality.



postscript
my apologies to the conservative minds who dare read. hit me, crankup my addie or whatever you might wanna do. be my master. dabe@rock.com. 'atcha laterz!
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