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By darwin Date: 2003 Dec 22 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.22.16.13.24065]] |
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His voice had sex in it, that just made my skin raise when we talked on the phone. he asked me out for the same night, for hedwig and the angry inch and a slice. he hopped into my car and there was a familiarity to him, and I knew before I was out of park that we would end of up sleeping together that night. a movie and pizza later, we ended up on my couch with arms and legs wound pretzel like into each other. his tall red body against my short pale body, we were anything but shadows and light. he left me for some girl from brazil. I called him pilot boy, there are obvious reasons in that. we met on a layover that he had, and we ended up back in his hotel room at 3 in the afternoon. we spent the afternoon and early evening playing with his camera and recording our every position and action. we left briefly for some tostadas and to buy me a vibrator. I had never owned one before, or even seen a picture of myself naked. there was something about seeing my body laid out for all to see, and his rough skin next to mine, that made me want to do it again. i found the exhibitionist in me. i dropped him off the next day at the airport and never saw him again. He had a girlfriend and a son, and had for a number of years. yet when i walked past him my vision blurred and my heart suddenly filled my entire body with vibrations. we would flirt innocently and sometimes I'd lean over on purpose to tie my shoes, just so he could look down my shirt. which he always did anyway. then on a dare by him, i sent him my naked pictures. the next day i walked past him and knowing that he knew what was beneath my clothes, made me want him even more. we went to a lesbian club one night, and he felt the material of my bra. then we ended up on some back street with our pants unzipped and hands wet. then some weeks later in my apartment on my day bed. i saw him once after that, a freak occurrence. he broke up with his girlfriend and had a threesome. |