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4:36 a.m.
Back from an amazing night of fucking. Her skin is incredible, like honey. I love when it pours across my body, spilling into my mouth like a sinful dessert. Sprawled out across Christine's floor, swirls of purple fur tickling our naked skin, we sucked and licked almost all the way through the night, and then she asked me to leave at the threat of an early morning visit from her mother.
We talked for some time, a salty glow across our shoulders and faces, and then dressed.
On the cab ride back here, I opted to walk the rest of the way when the cabby reached 78th. I wanted the air to blanket me--I needed some kind of comfort seeing as I'd been deserted.
I depleted my pockets of wealth on a man I met two blocks from my building. He stopped me for a cigarette, then we discussed the freezing of assets linked to the al Qaeda, the Northern Alliance and their advancement into Mazar-e Sharif. A night owl, I guess. .
This morning was a different matter. I woke up groggy, hung over and full of piss, my eyes full of sleep. The apartment I noticed was getting pretty disgusting due to neglect.
Cartons of leftover takeout are scattered here and there, the floor has a spray of styrofoam peanuts from a package I'd opened days ago.
I think I leave the food around as an aide memoire. The oranges she juggled and let fall wherever...her uneaten sushi rolls...
I can see her sitting there; she is here with me each night, even if only in my head.
I wonder if she lies to me. I can't imagine anyone so beautiful being so faithful, but perhaps that is just my unfortunate past playing tricks on my mind. Doubt is a ghost that haunts me.
Back from an amazing night of fucking. Her skin is incredible, like honey. I love when it pours across my body, spilling into my mouth like a sinful dessert. Sprawled out across Christine's floor, swirls of purple fur tickling our naked skin, we sucked and licked almost all the way through the night, and then she asked me to leave at the threat of an early morning visit from her mother.
We talked for some time, a salty glow across our shoulders and faces, and then dressed.
On the cab ride back here, I opted to walk the rest of the way when the cabby reached 78th. I wanted the air to blanket me--I needed some kind of comfort seeing as I'd been deserted.
I depleted my pockets of wealth on a man I met two blocks from my building. He stopped me for a cigarette, then we discussed the freezing of assets linked to the al Qaeda, the Northern Alliance and their advancement into Mazar-e Sharif. A night owl, I guess. .
This morning was a different matter. I woke up groggy, hung over and full of piss, my eyes full of sleep. The apartment I noticed was getting pretty disgusting due to neglect.
Cartons of leftover takeout are scattered here and there, the floor has a spray of styrofoam peanuts from a package I'd opened days ago.
I think I leave the food around as an aide memoire. The oranges she juggled and let fall wherever...her uneaten sushi rolls...
I can see her sitting there; she is here with me each night, even if only in my head.
I wonder if she lies to me. I can't imagine anyone so beautiful being so faithful, but perhaps that is just my unfortunate past playing tricks on my mind. Doubt is a ghost that haunts me.