sticky dreams
I tend to receive these scenes in my head. I could say that I "create" or "make up" scenes, but its just genius using me as a portal. One such scene opens with me in a bar, accompanied by my two close friends: Josh and John; yes, their names can get mixed up, especially when we're drinking together. Add in our first initials and it's just a slur of J's.
So we're having a great time drinking, dancing, and singing at the top of our off-pitch lungs. When we leave for our next destination, though, it's less than great. There, on the first corner from the bar, is Ricky and his entourage. Ricky and I recently had a falling out, a splitting of ways, dismissed from each other's lives. It had been a couple of weeks since we'd seen each other, but he worked with Josh and John so when Ricky shouted out "Hey, Jes," I couldn't just walk away without John and Josh suspecting some negative energy. I was not about to explain any of that to them, at least not in this state. Josh and John exchange pleasantries with Ricky; they were surprisingly pleasant when they were drunk, never angry drunks. Ricky ignores them, though.
"So which one's your new fuck-buddy?" Josh and John are just as surprised as I am that Ricky would say that, let alone shout it in public!
Even though I may be tipsy, I am still a mature lady. Rather than spat something back at him, I walk right up to him. I’m confidant, and therefore smooth, as I keep my eyes focused only on him. Although they are a fuzzy blur in my peripheral vision, I can feel each person on standby hold their breath. When I reach Ricky, I put my hands on his chest, move them up to his shoulders, then his neck. We are face to face and I look into his eyes to make sure he follows my gaze to his lips, only to get his hopes up before I move my lips to one of his ears. I whisper.
“Maybe if we’d had sex sober, you would have cum, just once. Guess we’ll never know.”
I turn on my heel and walk away, sure to shake my hips. I leave my two companions to follow me, not giving them orders. They stand between me and Ricky. They between Ricky and me.
“Maybe if we’d been sober, you would have sucked my dick, just once!”
Companion Josh has made his decision; he can’t follow me after that insult. He turns on a heel and lands his fist on the jaw of my nemesis.
I was always fond of Josh.
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****just to clarify, that story is completely fiction so don't worry about me getting into bar-associated fights in Philly.
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Segway to a dream I had last night with the real life Josh (Josh is his fake name for LJ privacy purposes). Josh is a former co-worker who I'm particularly fond of and am on the cusp of befriending. This should be easy since we have a mutual friend from SBux, I have Josh's phone number and we're FB friends, plus, I've tried really hard to be amusing/entertaining towards him in the hopes that he will want to hang out with me. Yes, I put thought into these things. Due to my urge to befriend this particular person, he made his way into my dreams. It wasn't weird... too much. I mean, he happened to just be in my house (my philly house) and said he had class in half an hour before laying next to me on the couch. We just cuddled, and smooched. No big deal. But when I woke up, I felt indecent.
I bewilders me that these scenes get in my head before I really know a person. It makes things awkward without anything having happened in reality. Oy oy oy.
Well, that's all for now.
Happy holidays, and WRITE ON!
So we're having a great time drinking, dancing, and singing at the top of our off-pitch lungs. When we leave for our next destination, though, it's less than great. There, on the first corner from the bar, is Ricky and his entourage. Ricky and I recently had a falling out, a splitting of ways, dismissed from each other's lives. It had been a couple of weeks since we'd seen each other, but he worked with Josh and John so when Ricky shouted out "Hey, Jes," I couldn't just walk away without John and Josh suspecting some negative energy. I was not about to explain any of that to them, at least not in this state. Josh and John exchange pleasantries with Ricky; they were surprisingly pleasant when they were drunk, never angry drunks. Ricky ignores them, though.
"So which one's your new fuck-buddy?" Josh and John are just as surprised as I am that Ricky would say that, let alone shout it in public!
Even though I may be tipsy, I am still a mature lady. Rather than spat something back at him, I walk right up to him. I’m confidant, and therefore smooth, as I keep my eyes focused only on him. Although they are a fuzzy blur in my peripheral vision, I can feel each person on standby hold their breath. When I reach Ricky, I put my hands on his chest, move them up to his shoulders, then his neck. We are face to face and I look into his eyes to make sure he follows my gaze to his lips, only to get his hopes up before I move my lips to one of his ears. I whisper.
“Maybe if we’d had sex sober, you would have cum, just once. Guess we’ll never know.”
I turn on my heel and walk away, sure to shake my hips. I leave my two companions to follow me, not giving them orders. They stand between me and Ricky. They between Ricky and me.
“Maybe if we’d been sober, you would have sucked my dick, just once!”
Companion Josh has made his decision; he can’t follow me after that insult. He turns on a heel and lands his fist on the jaw of my nemesis.
I was always fond of Josh.
***
****just to clarify, that story is completely fiction so don't worry about me getting into bar-associated fights in Philly.
******
Segway to a dream I had last night with the real life Josh (Josh is his fake name for LJ privacy purposes). Josh is a former co-worker who I'm particularly fond of and am on the cusp of befriending. This should be easy since we have a mutual friend from SBux, I have Josh's phone number and we're FB friends, plus, I've tried really hard to be amusing/entertaining towards him in the hopes that he will want to hang out with me. Yes, I put thought into these things. Due to my urge to befriend this particular person, he made his way into my dreams. It wasn't weird... too much. I mean, he happened to just be in my house (my philly house) and said he had class in half an hour before laying next to me on the couch. We just cuddled, and smooched. No big deal. But when I woke up, I felt indecent.
I bewilders me that these scenes get in my head before I really know a person. It makes things awkward without anything having happened in reality. Oy oy oy.
Well, that's all for now.
Happy holidays, and WRITE ON!