one.

I met E at a bar near my apartment. I was out with friends in a dual celebration/wake for my amigo R. He'd broken with his girl and gotten a promotion in the same day. So, you can imagine there was a strange energy in the air for all of us. Standing out on the smoking deck the conversation swayed between moods alternating from adulation, to anger, to despair. Then E appeared... I was instantly attracted, there was something feral about her, something slightly frightening. She came into our group fierce, asking for a light and eventually began espousing her views on workers rights and social equity. Now, her arguments were for the most part horse shit, but she argued them so forcefully I simply sat there listening, looking into her eyes and nodding. I was sold...

that night as the pearly tear of my cum slid from the side of her mouth, I thought I might be in love

two.

Her head rose from my lap quickly, she seemed to be having a freak out. Wiping her mouth and shaking her head vehemently, mumbling refusals. I placed the bottom bit of my t-shirt over my cock to hide the offending organ from her view while the other hand caressed her face. After a few minutes of defusing and reassuring her, I had her back to a reclined position in the passenger seat of my car and unwrapped my dick like a vulgar present. Fucking in a car is hard work. Over the center console of my ride, I slipped half of my body, right arm behind her head wrapping hand around neck, her feet touched the ceiling of my car while I admired her newly ripped mesh stockings. We kissed while I lightly choked her. I slipped one finger into her vagina, then two, then three... with my pinkie I lightly massaged her anus. By this time she was stroking me with her left hand, and my little finger slipped in as well... Then She looked up an me, "Oooh, I just recently found out about that..."

"What, your ass?"

and she said "Yes"

three.

She screamed a little after I popped the champagne cork. It was a cheap bottle of brut bought from the AM*PM next to her flat and tasted slightly like they got it from wrung out socks. But it didn't matter - the shitty wine, the police watching us from across the street, the passing crackheads obviously looking for marks - none of it mattered. We were the only two in the world that night, the only two artists that mattered. Our thoughts swirled amidst the cigarette smoke and champagne I sprayed when laughing, looking for some companion in the ether. The felled power line which was our seat in the abandoned lot across from her building were full of elusive magic, an alchemy of alcohol and youth. We kissed with intensity, lips tasting bittersweet, our hands simultaneously caressing and ripping each other apart. There was a boldness and brashness about it, a devil may care intensity I miss...