Johnny B. Goode

Sleeping drunk is easy, hard is to wake up... I went out today in the afternoon and went to my friend's bistrô, I confessed to him once more my desire of having my own restaurant and laughed at me again.

He told me, while I ordered the course, that he was sat with some friends in a close table, there was a little blond girl with short hair, I couldn't help noticing and ask what's up with her. He told me that the woman was already compromised, but, she enjoyed drinking some beers – that was enough for me. I was introduced to the group, nice people, – at least after some doses – I don't remember their names, while we were eating they were asking me some questions about my lifestyle, – what could I answer to them, I'm a guy who hides his madness inside of a bottle of whiskey.

I was looking to the little blond chick carefully, I analyzed her way, she enjoyed drinking a cold beer, we started exchanging some looks, she was sitting beside me, we talked a little and she told that she had already seen me a couple of times before, I smiled and asked where, “around” she answered and we continued to drink and talk.

A nice guy sitting at the table told me that he had already fucked one chick from our table and that she would have a big pussy – maybe it's true, not that I interested for his experience. In the early evening talking with the little one, she told her desire for me, she said she had masturbated thinking about us, that was my cue, I gave her a little kiss just to ensure.

Drunks we went to the house of a gay guy who arrived right after, we got kinda stoned, she and I found one of the rooms, the glass on hand and the weed freshly made cigarette in her mouth, I pulled her dress – how her breasts were perky – we didn't fuck there, but she sucked me like someone who desires something extreme – already near the dawn we went to my apartment, and while we were finishing what we have started her cellphone was ringing – that was her boyfriend – and that was disturbing me. The cellphone was ringing mercilessly and worried she had to go – fucking boyfriend son of a bitch – I unloaded all the alcohol of my blood inside of her... She knew to fuck... I bought some sandwiches and went back home, my stomach was screaming like a hooker receiving a big cock...

I heard somewhere that if you aren't a slut, then you don't know what is to enjoy the life... Why I would say the contrary... I'm dropped naked on the bed...