Dancing With Fate

It was probably the most frustrating and longest night I have experienced in my life before. She was there, three doors down, and there was not a single thing I could do. I was so tempted to walk in there and rip that tight dress and her panties off, taking that perfect ass and melting hot body for mine. I had the most agonizing throbbing in my pants; if I believed in satisfying myself, I would have probably done it ten times over again.I find her in the kitchen even more god damn beautiful than last night.“For a woman, you look pretty good in the morning.”“For a man, you make really dumb ass statements so early in the morning.”“I will take that as a compliment. Did you sleep well?”“If it was not for my stupid friend screaming, I might have.”“Next time, I will put you further down the hall.”“What makes you think there is going to be the next time?”&

I wake up with a raging hard-on this morning; the satin sheets on my bed are totally soaked. She was in every dream last night; I could almost feel her soft lips on my mine, her gentle kisses flowing down my neck, her wet kisses running over my sculpted chest, her tongue circling my abs. I dreamt this over and over again, to absolute torture. At times I could feel her naked body slip next to mine under the covers, her delicate skin warming next to mine. I think I have a problem, I am falling for a girl, and I am falling fast. Men like me don’t fall for girls; they don’t have hot dreams of girls crawling under their covers. They have a hot girl in their bed and are crawling all over them; there is no place for fantasies; there is only want and need, getting pleasure from a real-life girl, not girls that are made up in dreams. Men like me don’t want something they can’t have; they take it without asking or saying please. Men like me have a plan in life, a plan to alway

I did some crazy ass shit yesterday. I don't know if I deserve a pat on the back or a kick in the but. What I do know is that I got her number, and my horny dumb ass is going to send her a message. So after carefully considering how to start it off, I come up with, “Morning, baby girl.” I wait for her to answer. A minute goes by…but she does not answer. Then another minute…yet still no answer. Five agonizing minutes drag on…and absolutely no answer. Is it too early...no...is she busy...I don't think so...is she ignoring me...maybe...should I have said baby girl...maybe not...should I do it...yes. I grab my phone and quickly send her another message. Then just as I think that I am going to wait again, I nearly fall off the bed as my phone finally lits up, “Okay, I am awake.”

That was mind-blowing but not the kind of mind-blowing you write home to your mom about. There is that saying about being more talk than action. Well, I say if you are going to talk the talk, make sure that you can perform it. Don't get me wrong, she is damn cute, but that is where it ends. The chemistry was definitely lacking, and the sex, well, I have had better. That phone number ain't getting any calls from my number in the morning. So as I go to sit back at the table, Dominic only but cock his head, “I know that look.” I wave him off as I take a glass of chilled whiskey from the table, “What look?” Then he points his finger at me, waving it over my face, “That I have had better sex than this before look.” I only but smirk at him, “I did not know you get a look like that even.” “Well,” Dominic continues, “You h

It is close to midnight as I make my way downstairs to the kitchen. An incredible thirst has drawn me here, must have been all that whiskey I drank. My mind wanders back to the evening spent with her so close to my body. She let me kiss her and it was nothing less than amazing. I can't help but smile at my thoughts as I reach to open the fridge door. I never care to switch the lights on, the room is filled with darkness From behind me, I hear a familiar voice speak, “There must be something very amusing stuck in that fridge.” “Fuck,” I immediately spin around “I did not see you there.” So only but chuckles at me, “It happens when you don't switch the lights on.” “Well,” I say as I try to reach for th light switch, “I did not think someone would be hiding in my kitchen at night.” “If I was hiding I would