i sat at the end of the bar drinking beer after unsatisfying beer. i must have been at least 9 in when i finally noticed her comparably infant body gyrating out of time with the music. her friends had picked the song. it was wretched. so were they, but not her. despite her rhythm, she was perfect. (describe) though i suppose i felt like she was worth more than she really was. basically, she was cute so i ended up giving her of a bunch credit she didn't deserve. that's not something i would determine until later. as the insult to proper music started to fade out so did her pitiful yet arousing attempt at dancing and she fell into an oversized hotel lobby bar lounge chair. i was familiar with the kind. aesthetically perfect but functionally disabled. cardboard instead of cushion. Velcro instead of Velour. distracted... cleavage
in all honesty i more than likely took a route less like a to b and more like a to r then l then x then s but i successfully ended up eye to eye.
just piles of shit that somehow made me feel like i was working my way in to those skin tight jeans. but sometimes you just get distracted
i mean, who knew that children could so precisely make your manhood sing in tune with the practiced ages?
there was a parade of inflamed testicles. like a conga line with the hands of each participant cupped on the balls of the dancer in front of him. just underage assholes caressing the machismo of their fellow assholes, one pathetic cum shot at a time. a contest among boys.
nothing worked out like my drunkenness had projected. that’s fine. even if it had, nothing would have worked out due to that same drunkenness. i closed the door, set the deadbolt, stripped down to my bare skin and sat on the bed. despite years of experience, i flipped through the basic cable selections expecting to find some bare tits. at best i would end up jerking off to the ahhh bra commercial again. who needed that little princess from the lobby bar anyway? the channel up button was barely slick with the oils of my thumb before i started sniffing heavily. it was shit. all i could smell was shit. why? shit only comes from one place. there aren’t any other assholes in the room. i scooted over, glanced down, and let out a long groan of "fuuuuuuuck". you guessed it.
per usual, the toilet seat was cold. it felt so much colder knowing that i was there without actually needing it. i wrapped too much bathroom tissue around my hand and took care of the problem that the sheets had pointed out. it took a few wipes. I'm still not sure how it happened. I'm sure it had something to do with the 13 beers. i dampened a washrag, turned around, and walked right into the door jam. god damn it. i rattled my brain in my skull with one quick shake and tried again. this time i made it through like a pro. the washrag erased about 95% of the humiliation and the alcohol ignored the last 5. i buried myself in the sheets, tossed the stain across the room and sent myself off to bed.
so thats its. i will never finish it. i thought i would. i wont. now its just a confirmation that i am making the effort. thats enough for now.