CANNON
THE WHISKEY tasted like piss and for the fuck of it, I dunked down another glass.
No cheap whiskey would ruin my night and certainly not the man seated on my couch blabbing about his wife and related marital issues because that’s just the thing, I was high like a teen on Valium.
So, fucking high reliving the moment between me and Nicole. Six years? How the fuck had I restrained myself from her for six fucking years? One kiss and I might have as well been knocked out by a cupid’s arrow and that’s saying a lot given the fact that I didn’t believe in that little Houdini flying around with cupid arrows.
Then as if the kiss hadn’t clouded my senses, her moans followed, my name recklessly left her lips and when I sunk inside her wet heat, well, one word for it. Nirvana.
Fucking nirvana.
The thought of plunging into her luscious body once she came back from Tina’s crossed my mind and that fucking moment, my dick throbbed.
Fuck I loved her.
