Inspiring Writer

Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Inspiring Writer?



After eight months lived out in the jungle surrounded by the same bleeding disgraced women, all us addicts of sinful, immoral, acts to ourselves and others. I believe I’ve done my time. My 9-5 hours were over and I came home.
“Welcome to Miami”
“It’s nice here, doesn’t feel I’ve been gone so long”, say in the car watching the day begin all over the cities see from all the highways.

So far, so good. Can it get better? Of course it can. But can it get way worse than before? –silence.
Eagerly I thought about who would be the first one to accomplish a sort of ritual after such long torment of absences during slowly passing time.
Enough

I absolutely have to write about him…
She Australian looking, dirty blondish hair thrown around me the surf,tight in weight, thin but thick enough to handle his board to perfection. “Hello, nice to meet you,” he says. I smile back checking him out with long batting lashes, deep sparkle in my eyes. “Where are you from? I ask directly. Smiling back he says in the sexiest accents I’ve heard in, let’s say enough for me to rub my nipples right now with my eyes closed saying, ahhh”. Let’s just continue on from one important factor to another. “Israel and Argentina”. My panties cream. I guess you just know, you know, when a chick digs you, and wants that there. Was it the extra kiss I gave him good bye? Or the walking me deep into his upstairs bedroom to use le toilet? The reason for that gently whisper as my friend hurried to the car as I lingered out of his pad. “Excuse me?” I said blushing with a kinky smile on my face. Throwing my hair to one said asking to speak up with his sexy naughty words. “You should get my number from Susi” with a rather some conniving smirk on his sexy face that I’d rub my pussy all over. Ughh, walking away was the hardest but as a new, dignified woman, “If he wants it enough, he will find me”.
Point is that there is constantly better out there. Some days you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t. The change in the soul mating of my days, change within minutes, breezes of air, weather, and opportunity. I have been celibate for 8 whole months. I feel the hounds smell it. Problem is, I want to play back and that would mean, I’m no better than I was 8 whole months ago.
Dismay. Why the fuck does my life always end in dismay? Fuck it, I want to live for myself.
I think I’ll go get a tattoo today. 