denny-1's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sticks, chix with dicks, sauna�s, infection�now and then, before and after So many letters�so little time to think. I�m sitting in front of my computer sipping warm water with a bouillon cube. Damned if you do, damned if you don�t�right? Rose� I know the feeling all to well�I go from having sinus infection after sinus infection, drugs, more drugs, no more sinus infection�now the flu, or what feels like the flu�What next? It�s really no wonder I have the flu�I�ve only now have had the opportunity to think, after a ten-day hiatus from Pimping. I can now think of letters and numbers and writing and bills. Thinking�it can provoke any sickness. Bliss and ignorance, piss and vinegar. So, after the hub- bub of Christmas I arrived at the doorstep of the fabulous buss terminal in NYC. My friend, Rose, was there to greet me with her bod-ass-ish-ness and Lola�s magical blond happiness. The new look�I had to just stop and look at her for a moment�just try and take it all in. You know what they say, �incest is best.�� What a thought� Not with my Rose. She�s like my older sister, and my younger sister all in one. She is mother bear and baby bear, the ying and the yang, god and goddess. Way to icky to even think of... But�if you had happen to be there at that moment as I was you would have had to stop and say, WOW�that girl is fine. So, as usual I didn�t have to even think. Rose took the dick in her hands and just ran with things�not a rubber dick as your dirty minds think�but the big dick�the man dick�the �I will take care of you dick.��the ultimate in dickness�The Itinerary Dick. Our plans were�as you may already know if you�ve read my devote dland writer�we had a date with Ross. Not a date�no, if it were a date he would have planned better and wore pants�but he didn�t, he�s a guy, and guy�s usually don�t think this far ahead�(or this could have been a planned clothing choice?�hmm). I didn�t ask Rose if he ended up wearing �panties��but now that I think of it?�another hmm to jot down on my list. The fucker wore sweats, but at least they were black. I wasn�t quite sure what I thought of these plans at first�I must admit. My initial feeling was, �fucker, you don�t deserve the presence of two beautiful gals.��The thought was slowly flushed after a glass of red, and seeing his smile when he walked into the poshy deserted pool hall. It�s infectious really. Like a little kid who sees a bright red bike under the Christmas tree. At that moment, we were his bike. His vehicle to another world, another life, a dream. We became his youth. And Rose was the sparkle. With his big smile he approached pouting simple kisses. The kind the French give, a greeting, a hello, a �nice to see you after so long� type of kiss. He removed his jacket, and Rose positioned him in between the two of us�(did you catch the part were I said Rose positioned him�she�s a sneaky one, that Rose). So we drank another round of red, ate some aps, and as the two, Ross and Rose, became comfortable with the audience, me, they made it clear that they were very happy to see one another. No panties�of course not. The situation simply didn�t call for them. I of course, was sporting a very comfy pair of Vicci�s�(why do we speak of panties as a pair, as if we have two vagina�s�god help us if that were the case!). Anyway, with all the chatter of panties, and girls that like to take it in the backside, things seemed to have gotten heated, well, for Rose and Ross�I on the other hand was having some good clean mischievous fun! I suggested a pool table, where I was sure to continue the playful banter�.but one downstairs�(there are two levels to this club, and at 6pm on a Friday the place was virtually deserted, the downstairs level was empty). We made our way to the corner, close to the single occupy able restrooms� After showing Ross how it�s done, of course, while standing behind Rose, position the stick, the hips and the chest�it�s all about the fundamentals� More red�more fun. We danced around, laughing and having a grand ol� time for ourselves�as the party heated up, I lightheartedly escorted the two to the tiny electrical closet like restroom�where folks�I�m not sure where the story goes from there�accept, upon their return, a devilish grin took over Rose, and Ross was panting like a slave. After this episode�it was good buy�he had to return to his life, his wife and his kids. Sad really when you think about it. Here is this man, who obviously was not meant to marry, but does, and is forced to carry the weight of his actions with him on every journey�that�s what life is a journey. (I forgot to mention�when Ross first arrived he pulled out an envelop from his bag. Rose was at the bar getting him a drink. He looked at me with an anticipating innocence and says, �this is a note to Santa from my son.��I think to myself at that moment�wow�how cute�how nice�Ross was so happy about this in that moment�he then said, �I�ve got to open it, but let�s wait for Rose.��it was that moment�that moment, when I knew he really wasn�t a fucker at all�what this says to me is�he doesn�t even have the time and energy to open a note from his son�the one person in his life who you can see is the most precious�he waits�until the end of his day�can you imagine?�I would have that open the second I got out of the house. So there you have it. That was the beginning of our night, Rose and I. I must say, I did shoot a mean game of stick�Rose, she had her own game of stick going on, and well, Ross, he didn�t shoot anything... We proceeded to Lucky Chang�s. I had a lap dance from a drag queen that had a wayyyyy better body than I or any natural women for that matter, bitch. And sang Karaoke, drunk�.onto dancing�We were the only two white broads in the place�.it�s always a treat to dance with Rose. She�s a maniac�and you know we�ve had enough when Rose's two signature moves awaken�the Sliver�as I think of it, and the Split. (did I mention the no panties thing?) Right, well after I slapped her ass a few times and danced around like I had a pole in front of me, we decided�we'd had enough. On to Chick a Flick�or PFC�whatever...and a hello to the chicken man. Chicken, spinach role, fries�does it get any better than this? The next day, low key, two movies and some Japanese. And the following, even lower. Two friends and a sauna. Lola bug, and Rosy Posy. It does get better J Off to home�home, home on the bus. Next day off to Montreal with Neo. Five days of fun filled fantasies�love Neo. Back to work now. With the flu�typing, typing, typing�and thinking too! Sticks, chix with dicks, sauna�s, infection�now and then, before and after.
2:24 p.m. - 2004-01-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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