wouldn’t be afraid I’d eat you?” She asked.
I scratched my chin. “No. I don’t think you would.”
Outside of the party, police sirens wailed and there was a flash of red and blue. Hipsters fell out of windows like mice in a flood, flushing their pills and snapping pictures on their IPhones .
“They’ve found us,” I told her.
“Let’s escape!”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the back door, into the alley, and pushed her against a wall. We kissed and our tongues danced as chaos erupted all around us. Life is good and full of adventure. I’m a young man in a strange and beautiful city. I dragged her, and we ran through the alley laughing, past kids throwing up, arguing, kissing.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“On an adventure to my castle.”
“I love castles!”
She loves castles. You’re in dude.
“I know, because you’re a princess.”
“I am.”
We jogged for about a block. She asked me what I was doing in Montreal . I told her I was a writer, seeking adventure.
“How old are you?” she asked
“Older than you.”
“How much.”
“Does it matter?”
“Well…no. I’m just curious.”
“I’m twenty-nine.”
“Oh,” she said. “You look so young. I thought you were twenty. Are you lying?”
“No. Why would I lie about that? How old are you?”
“I’m nineteen. Wait…oh, you totally use that to your advantage!”
The sirens were growing distant and we slowed to a walk.
“My advantage?” I said, pretending to be shocked. “What does that mean?”
“It’s ok. I still like you just fine. Keep telling me stories Mr. Writer. I’m a cat princess and you’re a hawk.”
I got her to my apartment and we tip-toed up past Mark’s room, through the kitchen into my room. I fell onto my bed and she pulled off her shirt, and then her bra, without me asking. Thank you Internet, thank you, thank you for helping me find the truth.
“We can’t fuck,” she said, “I’m on my period.”
“ Ohhhhh , bummer.”
“It’s ok. Come here. Keep telling me the story.”
She pulled down my shorts, removed my cock and swallowed it as deeply as she could. My eyes rolled back into my head. It was amazing. I’m winning. As she bobbed back and forth on my unit I looked down at those big anime eyes and continued my story.
“I’m your dark knight and you are my captive princess. You want to escape but I hold your pretty head down as I have my way with you under the waterfall…”
She moaned loudly, encouraging me.
“In the distance, I, I, oh my god…you can hear the neighing of the, the Unicorns! The horns of champions blowing, holy shit, off the mystic mountains and you realize, I am not a villain, but your champion! Jesus, oh man, oh man, oh man.”
And then I let it go. I could have taken her head off. She didn’t even blink. She just looked up at me, wiped her mouth and smiled innocently. Afterwards we spooned, and I lay quietly listening to the outside noise of the city. It was easy and natural. I’m Winston Churchill, I’m Marlon Brando before he got fat.
I turned off the light and we fell asleep.
I heard her wake up in the morning, and glanced at her petite body as she gathered her things, silhouetted by the sunlight shining through my bedroom window. She was very sexy and youthful. I love the way women look in the morning, before they put on their makeup, straighten their hair, and cover their parts.
“Hey,” I said. “Make sure you leave your number. I want to see you again. There’s a pen on the dresser.”
She wrote it down. I walked her to the door and kissed her goodbye with a pat on the bum. I looked at the paper with her phone number. “ Montana ,” I said out loud.
Chapter 15
Lara (Maybe you care too much?)
Another bar I liked was The Green Room; a small club popular with the neon kids. This night I bumped into two guys from the lair. One was tall and wearing a fedora and the other was shorter, in a blazer, a bit
I scratched my chin. “No. I don’t think you would.”
Outside of the party, police sirens wailed and there was a flash of red and blue. Hipsters fell out of windows like mice in a flood, flushing their pills and snapping pictures on their IPhones .
“They’ve found us,” I told her.
“Let’s escape!”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the back door, into the alley, and pushed her against a wall. We kissed and our tongues danced as chaos erupted all around us. Life is good and full of adventure. I’m a young man in a strange and beautiful city. I dragged her, and we ran through the alley laughing, past kids throwing up, arguing, kissing.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“On an adventure to my castle.”
“I love castles!”
She loves castles. You’re in dude.
“I know, because you’re a princess.”
“I am.”
We jogged for about a block. She asked me what I was doing in Montreal . I told her I was a writer, seeking adventure.
“How old are you?” she asked
“Older than you.”
“How much.”
“Does it matter?”
“Well…no. I’m just curious.”
“I’m twenty-nine.”
“Oh,” she said. “You look so young. I thought you were twenty. Are you lying?”
“No. Why would I lie about that? How old are you?”
“I’m nineteen. Wait…oh, you totally use that to your advantage!”
The sirens were growing distant and we slowed to a walk.
“My advantage?” I said, pretending to be shocked. “What does that mean?”
“It’s ok. I still like you just fine. Keep telling me stories Mr. Writer. I’m a cat princess and you’re a hawk.”
I got her to my apartment and we tip-toed up past Mark’s room, through the kitchen into my room. I fell onto my bed and she pulled off her shirt, and then her bra, without me asking. Thank you Internet, thank you, thank you for helping me find the truth.
“We can’t fuck,” she said, “I’m on my period.”
“ Ohhhhh , bummer.”
“It’s ok. Come here. Keep telling me the story.”
She pulled down my shorts, removed my cock and swallowed it as deeply as she could. My eyes rolled back into my head. It was amazing. I’m winning. As she bobbed back and forth on my unit I looked down at those big anime eyes and continued my story.
“I’m your dark knight and you are my captive princess. You want to escape but I hold your pretty head down as I have my way with you under the waterfall…”
She moaned loudly, encouraging me.
“In the distance, I, I, oh my god…you can hear the neighing of the, the Unicorns! The horns of champions blowing, holy shit, off the mystic mountains and you realize, I am not a villain, but your champion! Jesus, oh man, oh man, oh man.”
And then I let it go. I could have taken her head off. She didn’t even blink. She just looked up at me, wiped her mouth and smiled innocently. Afterwards we spooned, and I lay quietly listening to the outside noise of the city. It was easy and natural. I’m Winston Churchill, I’m Marlon Brando before he got fat.
I turned off the light and we fell asleep.
I heard her wake up in the morning, and glanced at her petite body as she gathered her things, silhouetted by the sunlight shining through my bedroom window. She was very sexy and youthful. I love the way women look in the morning, before they put on their makeup, straighten their hair, and cover their parts.
“Hey,” I said. “Make sure you leave your number. I want to see you again. There’s a pen on the dresser.”
She wrote it down. I walked her to the door and kissed her goodbye with a pat on the bum. I looked at the paper with her phone number. “ Montana ,” I said out loud.
Chapter 15
Lara (Maybe you care too much?)
Another bar I liked was The Green Room; a small club popular with the neon kids. This night I bumped into two guys from the lair. One was tall and wearing a fedora and the other was shorter, in a blazer, a bit
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