Amy Winehouse- some Holy war

8:17pm

August 1st, 2012

Amy Winehouse- Some holy war

Last night...

Hiking, camping, swimming, shooting guns and shooting loads...

He was everything & more...

What was his name?

We always have a point in our lives where we let our pride go, and choose the work of the gay devil... (Lindsay Lohan)

The exchange of the numbers on Grindr, 

The inital meeting. 

The clammy palms closing his side passenger door to a 34ft mobile home, 

With no idea as to where we are going to " Hang" (As he put it) 

The passionate hello, and the random " I Like this song" breaks the ice for only 10 seconds as the quiet drives gets more easier and easier to handle...

Wow, the view is amazing...

" Its my secret spot"

is that a key word for lets fuck?

We pull out the regular necessities we already talked about via the yellow & blue message box

Pot, piece, ciggs, condom and lube

Where am i??

" lets just say your lost in Oregon"

PUFF

Things start to become easier, gentle laughs turns into magical LOL's as time and smoke goes by our curious horny faces.

random qualities and secrets spill out as we look straight forward, trying to make sure our laughs looks cute...

The cross of the leg, to make him think im comfortable...

The shoulder head rest.... Seatbelt still in-tacked...

" Oh i LOVE this song"

As the volume goes up to 30, my heart rate does the same...

Turn. Look. Smile. Kiss

As we get out the car, now grasping each others clammy hands, making a sweaty whirlpool in the cusp of  nervous, horny love...

We watched the sun go down, the last couple puffs of his cigarette smells knarley, but doesnt phase our cocks that are rising to the occasion..

Was that they keyword for sex?

As we sit & talk about hometowns, friends, a few short stories about fucked up times, our eys go up and down, trying to believe that our vision is now Xray, trying to decipher what is underneath the Levis 501's and the fruit of the loom boxer briefs...

His head in between my criss cross apple sauce position, my rod pulsating against the back of his head..

Splint ends... boo, u need a hair cut... And some new shoes...

is it time?? 

If we do it now, what do we have to look forward to tonight... Maybe it will go for hours, maybe it will suck :(

After another bowl, a couple more laughs, we both knew there was nothing else to do, unless we wanted to look at the boring vouge i brought up as a distracting prop just in case shit got real ugly...

we begin the process again

Turn. Look. Smile. Kiss

As we both leave one eye open, we both laugh, wipe our lips embarrassingly noticing, understanding, that this will  be a one nighter...

hour later....

As i pull up the hanes, he makes stupid jokes, I stupidly laugh, he stupidly knows that they are not funny...

CIGGY, NOW!!!

as i inhale the rat poison that makes the night complete, He interlocks his not so clammy hands around my waist, and clips my buckle..

one notch to small boo boo, im not that skinny...

we hop back in the Rv, we blast Amy Winehouse, he lips the verse that i know to well, and he makes me smirk as he grabs my hands and we dance in the 34ft home away from home..

" Thanks.." he whispers in my ear

" Thank you"

Business deal??? 

A simple transaction that met both our needs??

do we give each other our business cards??

as many different things run through my relaxed mind, i think to myself.. Hes kinda cute..

" Your adorable" - he screams as he watched me sway my hips, grab the soda bottle and pretend that i have a high bun on my head, wasted, and felling each melody. (amy, amy, amy)

" Some holy war"

Wanna watch a movie?

sure.

Play. Snuggle. Twinkes. Comedy...

Sleep..

The morning the process starts all over...

The quite ride back to my house

the clammy hands opening the door, jumping out, grabbing my sweater, locking eyes and a smirky smile...

" Have a grand day"

" you too"

Shower. New undies... Charge the phone.....

EveryThing.....

Love,

a night to remember..