The Power of Reflections

Some days when you wake up and look in the mirror the thought skitters across your mind that you look like you were up all night having amazing sex. This is usually evidenced by the messed up hair, the bags under your eyes from lack of sleep, and the mildly tender way you move. Every time this happens to me I'm always upset that it just looks like I was having great sex all night, as opposed to actually having had a sex filled night.

But today, today I looked even worse than normal when I woke up because I really had been having sex all night. Drunken, violent, amazing sex. And god did it show. I've never seen my hair stand straight up before; I didn't realize it was that long. And I'd forgotten how bad it looks to be covered in bite marks, scratches, rug burns, shackle (improvised) marks, bruises, contusions, welts, whip tracks, etc. On the other hand, all of those marks serve as excellent reminders of just how good it was last night. Every time you bump one it sends a shock along your nerves straight to your brain that triggers a full sensory memory of exactly how you got that one little mark. In intense things like showers this can be almost overwhelming. But I am here to tell you that rough sex shows up every other kind of tame, boring sex you could ever have. Or at least it does for short term things. I could take home every single girl I have ever met at Peso's and still not get a night like this. Seriously, I woke up about every hour or so after I had passed out just to fuck some more. I know you crazy bitches, you want details.

We actually did go to Peso's, where we only had two beers a piece. After that we wandered back towards my place, but stopped in the Seattle Center parking garage. One cigarette a piece, and then we decided fucking while looking at the view from there was a good idea. After that we fucked on the roof, the shower, and then several times in bed. My post about Karen calling me a stalion has nothing on last night. Especially since I didn't have to pretend the girl I was fucking was a posable doll for me to fuck. Sandra is alright, but the sex sucks. Even I can only play Gumbi with a girl for so long. But last night I didn't have to pose anything. All I had to do was fuck someone hard; really hard. I love simplicity.

My shower got totally violated last night, as did pretty much my entire bedroom. I remember her almost pulling down the shelves in my closet last night after I tied her to the bar I hang my clothes on with my work ties. Ties as in a tie. The kind men wear around their necks. After that she worried about her car, so we fucked some more just to shut her up. After we passed out for a while she decided to actually go check on her car, and when she got back we fucked again. When she decided to leave about 5 am we fucked again, as well as when she tried again at 7 am. 9 am she got up and dressed and made it to the door before I dragged her back to bed to fuck some more. I think she left about 11 am, after we fucked again.

And this girl just LOVES the cock. Just looking at it gets her wet. I love a woman who knows what she wants. The fact that no one would approve of us sleeping together again just makes it better. Even her friends think it's a horrible idea. The even go so far as to delete my number from her phone. I'd tell you who it was, but none of you would approve, so I think I'll keep it to myself. The only way to get it out of me is to find someone for me to fuck that is better in bed. Good luck to us all.