Screwing Latin
It had all started when Ralph suggested the we go into Chicago
and see if we could pick-up someone else on the Strip. I didn’t
really want to, but I knew Ralph wanted to screw someone else
and I was willing to go along with him. So Ralph had dropped me
off and gone out cruising for some girl to pick up.
I had wondered around, watching people, talking to some of them,
and somewhere along the line I found myself walking arm and arm
with some strange man. He was pleasant to talk to and I didn’t
realize we were going anywhere in particular until we walked
into a parking garage.
“What are we doing here?” I asked myself as we waited for the
elevator.
He put his arms around me. “Would you like to come with me?”
he said, just before his lips met mine. My heart began pounding
and I felt his hot tongue probing gently between my lips. I
knew what he meant. Come to bed with him. Let him screw me. (more…)