Last night I added another hot, opportunistic fuck to my kinky sex stories “archives.”
Kinky sex stories were the last thing on my mind when the power went out in my neighborhood right before I would usually log in to Phone Sex Kingdom last night. “Damn it!” I joke-shouted at my dog. “Who’s going to pay the bills around here??”
I walked outside and saw some of my neighbors/friends already gathered across the street at the bike co-op and drinking. Immediately my irritation about the power outage started to dissolve. What did I have my (silky) panties in a twist for? It was a fucking beautiful summer night. I knew it was mostly my lingering sadness over my girlfriend breaking up with me last week. Whatever. I grabbed some beers and headed over.
I had pretty much forgotten about my petty electricity problems after half a beer worth of shooting the shit and cracking jokes with them. Eventually, Billy, a neighborhood character I knew and had had my (lusty) eye on for a while emerged from inside the shop. He was covered in tattoos, quiet, shy, handsome, and always sporting a leather cutoff covered in spikes and patches that appealed to my loftier musical and political sensibilities.
Naturally, I turned my charm/”schmooze-o-meter” on high and offered him a beer. We’d only chatted in passing before and I had a feeling tonight might be the night we got to know each other more “intimately.” Actually, I was going to make sure that happened.
“I’m going to head to a house show after this beer,” he told me. I looked across the street at my house and saw it was still dark inside. “Huh,” I said. “Mind if I come with?”
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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