It's back

My laptop died. I got a new one. As I am going through my list of "things I have been away from online" I get to this blog. Part of me wants to immediately jump back on and start posting. But there is this other part of me. The part that feels guilty from siphoning this energy out of my marraige. The part that wants to be good. He won. For a while.

It was Thursday night. I was doing a gig at one of the video arcade/playground for grownups around town. It was late and the gig was over, and there was this shorthaired brunette at the bar. We had made smiling eye contact earlier, but I was working, and moved on. Well, now I was packed up and just checking to make sur I hadn't left anything and she was still there. We started talking and I soon realized she was VERY drunk, and energetically hitting on me. Without even a second passing I had it all mapped out.

"I know I've had too much to drink."

"No kidding. You're going to need a ride home."

"Yeah do you have a car?"

In the real world, I did have a car, but I had to get home so I could get to work the next day, but here my mind diverged. A drunk college girl, one of the easiest fucks on Earth. I would give her a ride home. We would be making out before the car started, quickly getting to her place. More tongue action in the car once we got there, fogging the windows. I would get my first feel of her breasts under her shirts, maybe even a few licks between the tightly streched cloth of her shirt and the crumpled silk of her bra. She might even started sucking me off a little.

She would fumble through her keychain, figure out which key opened her apartment, and I would have her shirt off before she hit the couch. When her hands got my khakis open, I would pick her up, and carry her to bed, her legs wrapped around me as my pants fall to the floor. I would lie her on bed, her hips at the end, and peel her jeans and red thong off. My tongue reaches out for her, tasting her flesh briefly, then beginning the lightest, fastest dance I could manage, teasing. Suddenly I would push my head in, switching to powerful, orgasm-inducing moves. As her body started shaking I would rise up, and guide myself into her. I would keep thrusting as her body undulated in waves below me.

Then I would get up, leave her to pass out on the bed, reassemble my clothes, neaten up my hair, and stop by McDonald's on the way home. A convenient accident with my drink, and all the telltale scents are covered, and I can sleep happy.

I am what I am. And What I Am is now simple: I Am Back.