Because I'm a Boy and You're a Girl

You kept telling me
That we could never have each other
Because I'm married

But we continued to meet anyway
Pretending that we were just friends
Enjoying the test of our willpower

Until that one night
When you invited me back to your place
To meet your cat

The door barely had time to snap shut
When we began greedily pawing each other
And all inhibition was lost

Our clothes fell to the floor
piece by piece
revealing our glistening bodies

Skin meshed with skin
As we landed on your futon
Kissing each other hungrily

Your gasp broke the kiss
As I filled you
And we became one

I began to thrust
As you arched your body
so I could go deeper

You stared into my eyes
As you crossed the chasm into oblivion
And you began to scream

I watched you with rapture
As you writhed and moaned
So beautiful beneath me

And then you were shaking and soaked
Your eyes unable to focus
But incredibly you begged for more

Again and again
Our bodies slamming together
Until the tears were streaming down your face

And with one final and breaking blow
I collapsed on top of you
Our screams still echoing off the walls

Our subsequent romps that night
Were more gentle
But no less passionate

Somehow I think we knew all along
That it would happen
Because I'm a boy and you're a girl

Hey Sara, send me an email. That business card you gave me isn't right...

My friend's daughter turns fifteen today. I sent him this IM:

me: Tell Denise I said happy birthday
friend: She said go screw yourself
friend: jk ;)
me: fiesty
friend: just the way you like 'em!
friend: she asks where her present is?
friend: take her downtown to a club or something
me: just say when

I'm going straight to hell.

I saw this button in the hallway at work this morning, out by the elevators. I didn't think much of it at the time. But then, just a few minutes ago, I spotted another one, identical to the first, just a few feet away.

One button lying on the floor would simply indicate to me that someone lost a loose button from his or her shirt or blouse.

Two buttons, however, suggests a whole different story. I'm imagining some couple snuck up here over the weekend. This floor used to be vacant. Most of the tenants in the building think it still is. Judging by the location of the buttons, I'm betting they just barely made it out of the elevator before they were all over each other. He pinned her against the wall. He tried to get her blouse off, but he got frustrated. He tugged a little too hard. Buttons went flying...

Maybe I should go back out there and look for a used condom.

This song is driving me fucking crazy...

I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight
lie still, close your eyes girl
so lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close; soft breath, beating heart
as I whisper in your ear, "I wanna fucking tear you apart"
--She Wants Revenge

Late on a warm summer night I want you to put on a sun dress and nothing else and lead me out onto the deck.  I want you to sit me down in a lounge chair, unbutton my shorts, take out my cock, and suck it gently until I am hard.  And then I want you to climb on top of me and sit down, facing me, straddling me, and I want you to slowly lower yourself onto my cock and let me slide inside you.  And I want you to kiss me and hold me while we make love out on the deck by the light of the moon.

One of my readers wanted to know what else happened at the club on Friday, so here's a synopsis, as brief as I can make it:

Shortly after Lauren handed me the napkin and disappeared, another cute girl came up to the bar to order a drink. I was immediately taken by her beautiful red hair, but in contrast to Lauren, this girl seemed kind of shy and didn't seem to be comfortable making eye contact with me (Maybe she was from NYC?). If a girl won't make eye contact, I'll usually just leave her alone, but in this particular case her red hair was so riveting that after about a minute or so I couldn't take it any longer and blurted out, "I love your red hair. It's so pretty."

Well, apparently that was just the ticket, because you should have seen her face light up. All of a sudden she was all smiles and said, "Thank You!" And for the next 10 minutes while we waited for our drinks (the bartender was incredibly busy) we chatted and flirted and basically got along really well. Finally my drink came, and I told her I had to run off for a bit but that I would see her later. She smiled and said sure. And then, in a move of boldness on my part, I leaned in, put my arm around her, and said, "I want to dance with you." Well, apparently that was almost as good as telling her that I liked her hair, because she flashed me another pretty smile and said, "OK!" And with that, I ran off somewhere (probably to the men's room).

When I got back I went out onto the (very large) dance floor and wandered around a bit, looking for her. But it was dark and incredibly crowded so I eventually gave up trying to find her and ended up dancing with some pretty blonde girl for a while. At some point later, as I was trying to make my way through the crowd, the red-haired girl finally found me. And before long I was twirling her around and we were laughing and basically having a lot of fun. That is, until a bouncer came up and asked me to come with him.

Not sure what was up, I left the red-haired girl on the dance floor and followed the bouncer downstairs and out to the main lobby where he told me that he had gotten reports that someone who kinda fit my description had been harassing girls. He said he wasn't sure it was me, but in case it was, he wanted me to understand that he would throw me out if he heard of any more trouble. I told him I didn't think it was me (hell, there were probably 800 people in the place), but that I would try to behave regardless. He said, OK, and let me go.

I made my way back upstairs and the red-haired girl was waiting for me at the top of the steps. She asked what happened and I explained what the bouncer had said. We both looked at each other and shrugged as if to say, "Huh...that's odd." She then asked if I wanted to dance some more, but unfortunately the bouncer had kind of broken my mood a little so I told her that I needed a little break and would find her in a bit.

In retrospect, that was a mistake, because I never did find her again. An hour or two passed, and before I knew it the music stopped, the lights came on, and it was 2am. I wandered around for a while, still looking for her, and even checked out on the sidewalk as people were spilling out of the club on the off chance that she might be waiting outside, but no luck. So when I saw the right bus coming down the street, I hopped it over to the subway station and headed home.

I suppose it's probably just as well that I never found her again. Like Lauren, she probably didn't realize I was married, and I would have hated to waste her night if she had been hoping to hook up with some single guy. Hopefully that's exactly what happened. But from now on I need to always make sure to wear my wedding ring on the proper hand when I'm out at a club so as to eliminate any possibility of confusion.