Let me tell you about the girl I had last night
Why is it that the phone has to ring when one is taking an afternoon nap, or in the bathroom taking a crap, or when one is having sex. . . like yesterday.
Why the phone doesn't ring when one is sitting on the sofa doing nothing, or staring at the ceiling, or driving (because in NC you can talk on the phone while driving). But no, it has to ring when, after a loooong hiatus in the sex department, one is right in the middle of a really truly great sexual encounter!
And to add insult to injury and to make things worst, why the fuck that very same phone call has to wake one up?!
For me a sex dream as vivid as the one I had yesterday is as good as the real thing.
Tuesday night I went to my usual Live Music Tuesday!. I couldn't find any single brave soul to go with me to that hole in the wall to listen to some blues, so I had to go by myself. That's ok with me: mejor solo que mal acompañado. Came back home with two and a half beers in my head and went straight to bed. The whole apartment complex was quiet and a nice north eastern was hitting the city so it was chilly, just perfect to get under the blankets and pass out.
The quietness and peaceful in my condo was suddenly shatteredd into pieces with the sudden burst of the Nokia tune that floodedd everything around and made me come back to the world of the living dead in a second. I jump from my bed and saw a 704 number (CLT) that I don't recognize, so I just let it ring and went back to bed. I was really tired. Then right after four in the morning (4 AM) the phone rings again but I don't even bother to pick it up. It rang until the voice message kicked in, so if it was a wrong call then my voice message with my broken English identifying that this is J-F's phone and to please leave a message will let whoever made a mistake that this is not time to call. But the phone rang a minute later and I jumped on my feet and recognize the same unknown 704 number flashing on the cell phone's screen. I answer and this byotch asks for I don't know who. "You got the wrong number and don't FUCKING call this number again!" -was my very polite reply.
Went back to bed and of course I wasn't tired anymore but upset as hell. And pist off not just with that crazy bitch, but also with the fact that I had just a couple more hours of sleep before going to work and it was gona be hard to fall sleep again. Thought about re-arranging the My Little Ponys and the rebellious orange-haired troll creating a scene of tension, but remembered that I own none so I forced my self to stay in bed and to fucking fall asleep. . .
I was talking to someone I knew and he said that the girl was waiting for me in the shower. I start walking down a hall with doors lined in both sides. The door to the bathroom is on the left and as I approach it, I imagine myself knocking on the door and waiting for the girl to give me the "come in" sign, but decide against it. I imagine myself tapping on the glass door of the shower, but if I'd made it all the way there I should just walk straight in the shower.
I arrive at the bathroom door, open it and I'm in a huge bathroom. The shower is behind some sliding glass doors that are steamed up. I can see the figure of a girl. I'm fully naked. I slide the door open and get in the shower.
Steam is everywhere and the shower is long and narrow. She's under the shower, her hair dark and long, a little curly. She has curves as an acoustic guitar and I feel a fire running through me. I approach her slowly, my eyes on fire. I'm already sweating and shower-wet, but it's not hot in there. I put my hands on her hips and very gentle give her small kisses on the right side of her neck. She turns her head a little bit and smiles. She'd been waiting for me. I wrap my arms around her waist and small kisses are followed by little bites of her ear lobe. That drives her crazy and she turns around, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and upper back. She presses me against her. That woman is perfect, she's full of curves and has enough of everything. I'm aware that blondes drive me crazy but this woman is a goddess, perfectly beautiful. I hug her tight, my chest against her warm body, and her firm breasts. We embrace each other and our lips touch. We kiss slowly first and then with anuncontrollable passion. We kiss like two irrational beings on the verge of Armageddon. My hands feel her firm and round ass. She is the most perfect woman there has ever been on the planet.
She turns around. My chest against her back. Her hands around my neck discovers to me two perfectly symmetrical and round breasts. In front of us a mirror gives a full picture of we both. Even though there's steam all over the shower, the mirror is perfectly clear and I can also see myself. I'm a stud. I'm tall. My arms have big muscles and my chest looks like if I could bench press a Buick. I have killer abs. I look at the lowest part of my abdomen and my love tool is enormous. Think about the Washington Obeliskc in DC and that's how it looks: huge. An upside down palm tree with coconuts and everything. It could've broken any Guinnesss records by far.
She takes that animal that is hard as porcelain and directs it with her right hand. We are standing, and start making love. Her eyes are shut and her head is tilt backwards almost on my shoulder. Her mouth open. I go deeper and start picking up speed. Feel her warm touch, my chest against her back. I see the mirror and it looks like my very own porn movie. Good God that woman is perfectly gorgeous. I'm grabbing her breasts and she takes my hand. I'm doing it faster.
I hear my phone ringing in the room next to the shower and I think for a second that whoever is calling can wait for ever because I'm making love to the most beautiful woman to ever walk on this planet. As that thought trails off. . . I open my eyes and catch with the corner of my eye my Landlord's name flashing on my cell phone's screen followed by the "1 missed call".
Sonofabitch! I realized that I was dreaming but she's still in my eyes and I can feel the steam coming up. My manhood is up and running, and it will take long time to get it down.
Minutes later I call my landlord (I can still feel her full round breasts in my hands) and when he listens to my raspy voice, he asks me if I'd just waken up. "No motherfucker, you woke me up!". He laughs and informs me that he just bough a new xbox 360 and that I'm cordially and specially invited to use it and abuse it with his also brand new digital TV set. I tell him that I'll be there on Saturday with some beers and four burgers paddies to put on the grill ("one for you and three for me!" -I point out, and he laughs.)
I hang up and look at the time: is just few minutes before my alarm clock should go off. My manhood refuses to go back down and I still feel her warm touch in my chest. Close my eyes and try to go back to her arms. . . but I'm fully awake, dead tired, and with a big smile on my face. My palm tree is still pointing skywards.
Last night, was a night of sex -I said to myself as I head to the kitchen to crank up my first coffee of the day.
Why the phone doesn't ring when one is sitting on the sofa doing nothing, or staring at the ceiling, or driving (because in NC you can talk on the phone while driving). But no, it has to ring when, after a loooong hiatus in the sex department, one is right in the middle of a really truly great sexual encounter!
And to add insult to injury and to make things worst, why the fuck that very same phone call has to wake one up?!
For me a sex dream as vivid as the one I had yesterday is as good as the real thing.
Tuesday night I went to my usual Live Music Tuesday!. I couldn't find any single brave soul to go with me to that hole in the wall to listen to some blues, so I had to go by myself. That's ok with me: mejor solo que mal acompañado. Came back home with two and a half beers in my head and went straight to bed. The whole apartment complex was quiet and a nice north eastern was hitting the city so it was chilly, just perfect to get under the blankets and pass out.
The quietness and peaceful in my condo was suddenly shatteredd into pieces with the sudden burst of the Nokia tune that floodedd everything around and made me come back to the world of the living dead in a second. I jump from my bed and saw a 704 number (CLT) that I don't recognize, so I just let it ring and went back to bed. I was really tired. Then right after four in the morning (4 AM) the phone rings again but I don't even bother to pick it up. It rang until the voice message kicked in, so if it was a wrong call then my voice message with my broken English identifying that this is J-F's phone and to please leave a message will let whoever made a mistake that this is not time to call. But the phone rang a minute later and I jumped on my feet and recognize the same unknown 704 number flashing on the cell phone's screen. I answer and this byotch asks for I don't know who. "You got the wrong number and don't FUCKING call this number again!" -was my very polite reply.
Went back to bed and of course I wasn't tired anymore but upset as hell. And pist off not just with that crazy bitch, but also with the fact that I had just a couple more hours of sleep before going to work and it was gona be hard to fall sleep again. Thought about re-arranging the My Little Ponys and the rebellious orange-haired troll creating a scene of tension, but remembered that I own none so I forced my self to stay in bed and to fucking fall asleep. . .
I was talking to someone I knew and he said that the girl was waiting for me in the shower. I start walking down a hall with doors lined in both sides. The door to the bathroom is on the left and as I approach it, I imagine myself knocking on the door and waiting for the girl to give me the "come in" sign, but decide against it. I imagine myself tapping on the glass door of the shower, but if I'd made it all the way there I should just walk straight in the shower.
I arrive at the bathroom door, open it and I'm in a huge bathroom. The shower is behind some sliding glass doors that are steamed up. I can see the figure of a girl. I'm fully naked. I slide the door open and get in the shower.
Steam is everywhere and the shower is long and narrow. She's under the shower, her hair dark and long, a little curly. She has curves as an acoustic guitar and I feel a fire running through me. I approach her slowly, my eyes on fire. I'm already sweating and shower-wet, but it's not hot in there. I put my hands on her hips and very gentle give her small kisses on the right side of her neck. She turns her head a little bit and smiles. She'd been waiting for me. I wrap my arms around her waist and small kisses are followed by little bites of her ear lobe. That drives her crazy and she turns around, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and upper back. She presses me against her. That woman is perfect, she's full of curves and has enough of everything. I'm aware that blondes drive me crazy but this woman is a goddess, perfectly beautiful. I hug her tight, my chest against her warm body, and her firm breasts. We embrace each other and our lips touch. We kiss slowly first and then with anuncontrollable passion. We kiss like two irrational beings on the verge of Armageddon. My hands feel her firm and round ass. She is the most perfect woman there has ever been on the planet.
She turns around. My chest against her back. Her hands around my neck discovers to me two perfectly symmetrical and round breasts. In front of us a mirror gives a full picture of we both. Even though there's steam all over the shower, the mirror is perfectly clear and I can also see myself. I'm a stud. I'm tall. My arms have big muscles and my chest looks like if I could bench press a Buick. I have killer abs. I look at the lowest part of my abdomen and my love tool is enormous. Think about the Washington Obeliskc in DC and that's how it looks: huge. An upside down palm tree with coconuts and everything. It could've broken any Guinnesss records by far.
She takes that animal that is hard as porcelain and directs it with her right hand. We are standing, and start making love. Her eyes are shut and her head is tilt backwards almost on my shoulder. Her mouth open. I go deeper and start picking up speed. Feel her warm touch, my chest against her back. I see the mirror and it looks like my very own porn movie. Good God that woman is perfectly gorgeous. I'm grabbing her breasts and she takes my hand. I'm doing it faster.
I hear my phone ringing in the room next to the shower and I think for a second that whoever is calling can wait for ever because I'm making love to the most beautiful woman to ever walk on this planet. As that thought trails off. . . I open my eyes and catch with the corner of my eye my Landlord's name flashing on my cell phone's screen followed by the "1 missed call".
Sonofabitch! I realized that I was dreaming but she's still in my eyes and I can feel the steam coming up. My manhood is up and running, and it will take long time to get it down.
Minutes later I call my landlord (I can still feel her full round breasts in my hands) and when he listens to my raspy voice, he asks me if I'd just waken up. "No motherfucker, you woke me up!". He laughs and informs me that he just bough a new xbox 360 and that I'm cordially and specially invited to use it and abuse it with his also brand new digital TV set. I tell him that I'll be there on Saturday with some beers and four burgers paddies to put on the grill ("one for you and three for me!" -I point out, and he laughs.)
I hang up and look at the time: is just few minutes before my alarm clock should go off. My manhood refuses to go back down and I still feel her warm touch in my chest. Close my eyes and try to go back to her arms. . . but I'm fully awake, dead tired, and with a big smile on my face. My palm tree is still pointing skywards.
Last night, was a night of sex -I said to myself as I head to the kitchen to crank up my first coffee of the day.
Jean-Francois was drunk at 9:37 PM
4 Comments:
interesting that you used a word that is normally used to describe something soft (ie, porcelain skin)
Soft to the touch, soft like a flawless surface when you run your fingers on it; I'd say smooth, more than soft. I had in mind a hard material, but didn't want to use the usual "iron" or "steel" which are similes too widely used.
In Spanish (COL) that simil exists, but just as "blue prince" a while ago, I managed to butch the English language one more time... ;-)
"butcher"
"butch" is how one might describe a female rugby player that likes other female rugby players.
I would've never thought there's a word to describe that particular relationship!
I still have a long way to go.
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