Clubs were shutting and a plague of whores were roaming the streets, usually I would be more than intrigued to converse with these undesirables but I felt like something special was going to happen tonight. I stumbled, dribbled and pissed in public under no concealment of the shadows, there were rumours building in the crowd that assembled (a drunk couple walked passed).
"BRAVEHEART!" the man shouted
"FREEDOM!" I replied with no hesitation.
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| Just shaking myself off |
I decided to move on from my spot light (street lamp). Little did I know that I was about to stumble across a new companion to travel with me along my treacherous journey home. There were some kind of forces that pulled us together, some might call it fate, I called it love. He looked so beautiful lying there unconscious in the flower bed, like a noble man. He had his wallet and his phone lying on his chest, yes I could have acquired his things. But I woke him. First I shouted.
"Hey, fuck face!" For some reason I thought that name suited him. No response. So I decided to get physical, he received the hand of god across the chops. Understandably he was startled and he bellowed.
"What are you doing in my bedroom?"
He was obviously a fine drinker. I offered him my help and we started the walk home, my guess at his name was pretty close his name was James.
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20 mins later and only 200m further on
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A woman appeared in front of us. (Let's call him fuck face again or FF for short) FF was approached and they exchanged saliva, I thought that he had shit game so I slapped Whore on the ass, and she liked my game. When I looked up from my use at the Bureau De Saliva, FF had gone.
Whore (let's call her Whore for short) was walking home in my direction. She made a weird noise (she was talking) usually I would ignore any exchange of words, her choice of vocabulary was interesting.
"Pick a car?" she said.
I pointed nervously or slightly aroused can not quite remember. She elegantly stumbled over to the steel stallion, bent over the bonnet. And whorishly whispered the words of an angel. "Get it over with then."
I laughed but she insisted this was no joke.
*
I tricked her back to mine, by saying there was McDonalds next door, she wasn't fat but you knew she would always go large on her order.
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After some time messing around. I invited her to fellate me, RSVP.... YES.
The only problem was she was a novice, and the invite clearly stated Master Jedi's ONLY. She was sucking like it she was a hoover, and there was a nasty stain on my dick. The pain was excruciating, I was trying to enjoy it, I really was, but I had to retract my offer (my penis). For her poor behaviour, I decided to use my 'stained' penis to hurt her, so I slapped whore across the face with it, obviously I was putting some power in to the cock slap and I followed through and punched her in the face as well.
Whether it was the screaming or punching that I received, something was telling me that she was a little annoyed.
In the crotch area of her leggings was a finger sized hole, accessible for my single digit, yes. But not for a fist full of loving. Asking if removing them was an option, but we both knew that it was going to happen. I placed the index finger and middle finger of both hands in this wee hole. Using my HE-MAN strength I destroyed them in one foul swoop.
PRIDE RAN THROUGH MY VEINS.
My erection felt more powerful than ever, and insisted on getting on top. Intercourse was briefly experienced until my alarm went off for the 0430 KO.
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Slept in front on the TV
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As the morning came round I was rudely woken up by the front door being slammed. I stormed the house looking for any stolen goods. Nothing was gone. Except one pair of my trousers. My failure to remember the legging destroying moment infuriated me as to why she stole my trousers.
Whores' A/S/L- Unknown/Female?/Unknown
