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| I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe… all of those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain…
You’re tired from work, bored, fed up, it’s cold, you’re really not in the mood for being sociable… than you see her, across the street… walking in the opposite direction… you observe for a second, a smile raises itself, the prospect of mischief energises you, she’s hot… shall I? No, I’ll leave it… you turn to walk again, take a few steps… than it hits you, the warning, the prospect of regret and “what if?”… hmmmmmm… Who is she? Where is she from? Is she adventurous, fun, spontaneous… or boring? Ah, fuck it… you turn around and off you go to find out… This is life. That split second decision. That thin line between falling into the trap of having a “regular life” and one of adventure, excitement…
Monday morning…
“How was your weekend?”….
[Mischevious grin] “it was like a James Bond film!”…
“Really? What happened?”
[Remembering where I am] “Ah, just stuff…”
Two months later and as she is laying hogtied, collared and ballgagged on the floor at your feet you reflect on that split second decision… it was a smart move :-P
Most people don’t get it… This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time… each day is precious… you need to squeeze every last drop of life from it…
Friday night, dancefloor of the club, colleagues boyfriend…
“Dude, where has that girl gone?”
“I think she’s over there talking to that guy…”
“Is she with him?”
“I don’t know”
“How do you know her?”
“I don’t, I just met her ten minutes ago”.
“WTF! Why were you pulling her hair on the dancefloor?”
He’s a cool guy but he lives in a different reality to me… it’s funny that… Not an easy thing to do… change your reality…
Meanwhile… different day, different location… How do you extricate yourself when they are talking to you, trying to win you over, but boring the hell out of you? It feels awkward. She seemed like fun when you met her in the bar. You only had 5 minutes because her friends were leaving and the cab was waiting outside… it was long enough to extract a phone number and an agreement to meet you next Tuesday. “I’m not sure”…. “Seriously, you should say yes, you have nothing to lose”. She seemed like fun. But for some reason I am bored. Maybe it’s me, I’m just not in the mood. I have denied girls orgasms for long periods than taken great pleasure in teasing them and turning them on. I have whipped girls and humiliated them. But that was when there was chemistry between us. I don’t have any connection with this girl so I feel awkward being cruel, lol. How strange.
Sometimes you just click, you have that chemistry… you give them that look… and they melt…
Where is it going? Are you just sharing a hot passionate experience? Is it something deeper, longer lasting? Will this last and as time goes by the connection between you grow deeper and stronger…. Or will she just fill the role of your submissive, slutty secretary…
Sometimes the week merges into one big, semi conscious, dream like, Red Bull fuelled, blur…
Monday: “How much do you earn… tell me now” [in thick Russian accent]
WTF, you can’t ask me that, lol, maybe it’s a cultural thing… but than came the fire works!
Tuesday: Walking from the station, laughing out loud…
Wednesday: “OK, do you have a business card”
“Not on me, no…” or did that happen on Thursday?
“You’re not from London are you?”
“No, I’m Russian”
WTF! Just like waiting for a bus…
Friday: “Can you teach me how to dance”
“You’re pretty cute… too bad I’m gay”
Saturday: “Dude, where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for the last week”
“Yeah, I’ve had that mobile switched off since Monday… someone kept bugging me on it and they were giving me a headache… here’s my new number…”
“Hey! What’s the goss [I hate that word. If you’re asking someone for the ‘goss’ it means your life is not interesting enough]… I saw those pictures of you on Facebook with…”
THAT’S IT! I’m deleting my profile when I get home…
I need sleep. I wish I was on a desert Island with no other human life… people are giving me a headache…
Monday morning: “Excuse me [in German accent]… can you tell me how I can get to the art gallery?”
Dam, she’s hot! Look at that beautiful smile. I wonder what dark desires lurk behind that girl next door exterior. I don’t have time, I need to get to work…. Hold on, there’s always time… this is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time, I don’t feel tired, I feel energised, I feel alive… Shall I? There’s only gonna be one answer…
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