My eyes snap open. It's dark here. Where am I? What's that sound? It's so close to my ear. Tick tock...tick tockâŚ.
Oh, it's a clock. It sounds more familiar the more I listen. The place is still except for that sound. Oh wait...I hear breathing. It's soft and melodious. Something wet and soft touches my forehead. Then I feel the same pressure against my cheek. Whose lips are these?!
I hear a deep gentle laugh above me. The breathing becomes more haggard and painful! My chest is moving up and downâŚ.up and downâŚ.it hurts the harder I breath. The laughter softens and suddenly I feel pressure against my eyes making me close them again.. Just then I realized...I'm blind folded!
"What are you drinking?"
I turn to look at the man that just sat down beside me. "Black bourbon."
Two of his fingers goes up, "Two black bourbon. Make one a double." His eyes never leaving mine.
So deep I might drown in them.
He takes a sip of his drink. The pink of his lips are beautiful to look at. He licks them. I look up at his eyes. His lips curl up at the sides into a grin. I look away quickly and take a gulp of my drink.
What is this? I'm as straight as an arrow! I don't like men that way!
My eyes feel heavy but I'm wide awake. There is something long, thick, and wet moving along my right side. It makes its way towards my torso. My nipples are in pain and standing on attention. All of a sudden they are being lapped by that same long, thick wet thing before they are tugged and pulled...tugged...and pulled!
I hear moaning and groans uncontrollably in my ears. Where is that coming from? Here comes that laugh again. It's so soft and familiar.
The cloth around my pelvis pulls tightly around me. I feel the hardness between his legs as it presses against mine. He attacks the other hard nub on my chest while beginning to press harder against me! The warmth of his body feels good as our flesh touch each other.
The moaning becomes louder! Who is this person! How did I get here? Now the thick wet thing is against my left cheek slopping up the liquid pouring from it. The cloth on my eyes drenched in what I now know to be my tears!