Are You a Slut?
As I opened the club door and entered, I realized that it was wall-to-wall people.
Even though my companions from the evening had found their respective mates and headed for home, I wasn’t ready to validate once again
My mundane existence. Not quite yet….

I could barely make my way to the bar to order a drink….in my drunken head, I needed another one, for certain. Finally, someone emptied a barstool and I grabbed it fast. While waiting on my drink, I used my sexiest bedroom eyes to look over the lined up customers. I spotted you immediately.

Appearing as out of place as I felt, I made my way over to you. I grabbed your left hand and told you to follow me. We made it close enough to the dance floor that I turned you to face me, grabbed your ass and pulled you up close and tight, and put my lips ever so close without quite touching yours. I whispered and told you that I like what I saw. As I pressed into your body so tight and right I could feel your hard cock behind the zipper of your Levi’s.

For the most fleeting of moments that it was most sobering indeed,
In perceivable, I knew, without abilities to receive things so forcefully sent to me.
I wondered to myself as you grabbed my ass…..Are you a slut? Or is it just me?

I really did not care…..
This life as a slut was most flattering on me.

I grabbed your freest hand and told you to follow. We found your car first, and that was just alright with me.

I reached over and unzipped those Levi’s.
Putting my hand inside, I felt up your hard male feature. I pulled that cock out from the restrictions it was under…poor thing…I put my lips around you, taking in every inch, with an unfamiliar greed, inside my hot, wet mouth. You groaned with such delight-
I knew at that precise moment, sluts we both were, I believe.

You know, with us both so greedy and bound by desire of needs.
We will get along just fine,
You and I.
This, I must, make you believe.