She could rattle and twist sideways in her futile attempts to relieve the fire in her loins, but she was safe from injuring herself falling off the bed.She could rattle and twist sideways in her futile attempts to relieve the fire in her loins, but she was safe from injuring herself falling off the bed. I dressed, laughing and humming, interrupting my tune to laugh out loud at the sight of Karen's anguished gyrations, and I put on my coat and left to get some fresh air, such as it exists in this city. *** I took the train back to my apartment, fed the cats, watered the plants, tried to eat, but I was too wired. I knew I'd have to force some food into the piece of tail I had waiting for me back in the hotel room in Times Square, though, or she'd be too weak to be much fun after a few more "sessions", unless I cranked her up like I was. But frankly, I didn't want to waste any of my blow on her. Though I imagined it would be one HELLUVA ride, bucking around on some bound down wench who was speeding her ass off. I decided to save that experiment for another time, another girl. I walked around the neighborhood, nodding at Mrs. Levitz, smiling at the two queers on Neighborhood Watch that night who lived on the first floor of my walk-up. There was a deli around the block that closed at midnight, I stopped in there for some rolls, none of the cold cuts were worth shit; I was too cranked still, and frankly, their cheese was tough and the olive loaf, Oscar fucking Mayer made better, but it still beat chili dogs from the 7-Eleven, so I grabbed some anyway. I paced around my apartment, did a couple hard laps on the Stairmaster through Letterman's monologue, showered, paced, climbed the fucking walls, and headed back to the room over the arcade. |