Groggily, she sat up to see her Seven jeans tossed in a pile on the floor and the pretty blue blouse she had borrowed from the girl next door.
She then fumbled and looked around some more and found a clue to her disaster…Reflecting off of the morning sunlight near the trash can was an empty bag of pop rocks…and a bright gold Magnum wrapper.
Her head hit the hold of her pillow with a heavy power and an hour later she awoke, fresh from a dream that replayed the scene of the previous night. She and her friends were quite drunk by the time they arrived at the club and her low cut blouse convinced the thugs that she might not be looking for a spouse, but instead…love at first sight.
She ignored some with much delight and gave a few hugs but found the right handsome young brother staring into her eyes like a long lost lover. His silky waves would have melted the most notorious of virgins on any day, and his familiar dreamy eyes were as intoxicating as twin puddles of Patron, as she would soon discover.
I could go on, but needless to say she couldn't tear herself away from the rhythm of this brother’s hips. He traced her lips with his tongue and she was sure she would come right there on the dance floor, but tried her hardest not to let him perceive this.
But he knew she wanted more. Ready for what the night had in store, she whispered in his ear, "Buy me a drink and let's get out of here." He then gave a look so sincere and gave her his near full bottle of beer, taking her invitation in stride to provide whatever to get her legs wide because the end of the night was near.
The alcohol had completely dissolved all fear of her flirting with a man she hardly knew…she was only 22, but figured she had plenty of time to make mistakes for the sake of her pleasure. Not realizing the fact that between her legs was more than a treasure but also a tool that could keep her life together.
So as we get back in the present, she was on the verge of discovering just that lesson. Her eyes were now wide open in shock as a glance to the trash provided her with a sickening question.
Blood on a tissue added doubt to her possession and a start but what made her heart beat even faster…was when she saw that the condom was still inside the wrapper. She then recalled the last sermon she heard in church when she once felt hurt and it seemed as if her life was the topic from the pastor.
She no longer felt like the master of her fate or the captain of her soul. So, she tried even harder to figure out at what part of last night she had lost control.
Photographic images then started patrolling around in her mind. Flashes of anxiety, lust, and tension were added to each scene as the intensity showed even more each time.
Her recollection then halted from its unwind as she again noticed the blood on the tissue. For some reason, she couldn’t muster its meaning and reason for being there…which was now the biggest issue.
Her liquor-tainted mind then tried to reissue common logic to the messy scene. But then she noticed something that was first unseen…that blue stained blouse was torn at the seam. That spawned images within her soul of the most nightmarish dreams.
“What in the fuck is goin' on?” Her heart now felt like it was trapped in a tomb. The pace raced and her mind couldn’t trace back far enough in time soon enough…and the lingering sex fumes seemed to zoom to make her spirit exhume from her ruined womb.
And what added to that boom was the fact that the room was a silent mess and her private still ached from the violent sex, which generated a question for her of forced entry. She remembered that all of the women at the club wanted him and hated her for taking him from them…but this was a cursed envy.
That could make someone end up in the worst penitentiary, she thought as she noticed the scattered glass from her broken lamp. And after another vivid picture unveiled and stamped in her mind that he cut himself after picking her up to sex her on the nightstand…she now felt like a token tramp.
Knowing that he must have felt like an unspoken champ because she even accidentally hit him hard in his eye from release of her moaning sex cry, which was what she now saw from when she glanced in the mirror and could now see his movements clearer. He took out the condom to put it on but she tossed it aside to the lyrics of the stereo song and pulled him nearer.
At the time, she must have had no fear of any consequences of her own actions because her lust was distracting as the intensity rose. Diseases may run rampant with the harlots and hoes but never those who used caution when taking off their clothes…so she thought.
But she sought closure and could feel the shame burning clear to her toes as last night now illuminated between the sheets of her mind. She had passed out from the heat of her own heartbeat exploding in a thousand pieces from each droplet she drank of the forbidden wine.
Her passion was the perfect rhyme to an anxious desire and burned out the fire from a life that she was too familiar with. She wished she could plead the fifth…but there was too much self incriminating evidence against her still visible in the midst.
And she still couldn’t believe this shit! But she could now taste the salty sweat from his neck while his heaven sent sex shifted from a low blaze to an inferno. And the flame scorched her deep, internal in the blackness of that nocturnal night and seemed to blacken her sight and last eternal.
Then another page in her mind’s journal turned. “How did we get here to my new house?” The deafening silence grew lower than a church mouse…as she could see a douse of liquor that was stained on the blue blouse.
“Damn, I hate it, that I passed out!” Knowing he probably cashed out on every sexual desire that he wanted her. She sank her head into the palm of her hand to cry for calm and to relieve her from the dawn of the unknown that now haunted her.
Those thoughts had taunted her onto the eve of breaking down until she remembered that she had to have known him…because she was too inebriated and couldn’t have told him where she stayed. But soon cancelled that thought when she saw her ID and other contents of her purse thrown about, which invaded her thoughts and made her vision fade.
And that weighed heavily on her mind. She persuaded herself that the sex had to be good when she got laid because her panties were wet and not torn…but intact and refined.
Yet, when she rolled over, she felt a sharp pain on her behind…but couldn’t muster up an answer. And that thought was eating away at her consciousness like malignant cells of cancer.
He couldn’t have tried to romance her because that was pointless with a drunk…as she had known from her wild times in adolescence. And the slight bruise on her thigh brought bad news back to her psyche that he may have stolen her essence…
She knew she had learned her lessons…then another memory strode across her intelligence, now using her weary common sense; he had spanked her ass in delight last night as a lovemaking enhancer. It came to her more as she remembered how he tapped on it many times on the dance floor when she thought he was a good dancer.
That had to be the answer. So she had thought as she glanced back at the trash. “I don’t eat candy! So why in the hell is there a pop rocks bag!”
Then in an instant, her mind drifted and began to drag her back in time in her adolescence to a significant visit that had her eyes low and red. “Excuse me ma'am,” the doctor said. “When you are ready to come into my office, you can go ahead.”
Her mouth felt dry as the Sahara and her feet were like ‘lead’ as he began to repeat his request but she decided that it was best to just make the move. She had come this far…so at this point she really had nothing to lose.
And the bad news in that manila folder made the world seem a little bit colder. That was the very day that her mother would hold her and she became less bold and decided that she would now give any and every alcoholic beverage the cold shoulder.
It reminded her too much of a life that was outlined in her favorite book called, "Ol’ Skool’s Sex Tools." Drunken Monkey was the title it used, but that’s also another story within itself. Her awareness quickly shifted more to the left…she now wondered why the so called friends she went to the club with didn’t look after her or made sure she got home with the right help.
“They will be dealt with as soon as I get my mind together.” Whether she would cuss them out or give them a chance to explain would be decided by good or bad weather.
Suddenly, she noticed that her desire for sex seemed satisfied beyond measure as she caught another glimpse of the empty bag of pop rocks. A mind bending unseen flash of actions then curled the toes in her cotton socks.
She remembered passion from feeling them tingling and popping from when he wet them in his mouth and gently teased her body with his tongue. A feeling that can make any woman sprung from the sin. He then opened his mouth and let a thousand tiny pieces of ecstasies explode all over her clit and other areas around the tender skin.
Making her erupt from within while losing control of her central nervous system at the same time. And it must have felt like it was far above a plain crime…because her toes curled and locked and her fingers looked as if she didn’t care for the cops by throwing up crooked gang signs.
So now she had a changed mind as she reminisced more on that bodily burst that made her curse into the orgasmic light. He made her wet and tasted her sweat with delight.
Better yet, he made her sweat and tasted her wet juices in his mouth and pleased her right. But, then began to feel even worse from the fright of not knowing who the hell she was with…and how they spent it in her own home last night.
And despite the pain of the throbbing headache and migraine, she remembered that he gave her his drink instead of buying her one. “Damn…he could have found out who I am and where I stayed after slipping something in the drink and looking in my purse…just planning his cynical fun.”
“Ain’t this a bitch?” Everything in her soul now seemed drenched and undone and weighed a ton on her mind. And the fact that none of her friends had even called to at least make sure she got home safe kept those harsh feelings intertwined, confined and refined.
But she couldn’t even find her phone. Shortly realizing that she left it in the car…because in the club it would only roam.
Frustrated, she zoned back out and franticly yanked off the green wristband that strangled her wrist. She paused. “What the fuck is this?” She couldn’t fill in the cause. “Why in the hell are there red marks on my other wrist?”
“Oh, lawd!” She was now pissed. “Did this son-of-a-bitch put a twist in my drank as a rape prank because he missed out and didn’t think that he could have just paid a trick for a hot piece of ass!” This fire in her began to rage and for a minute that blast of obscenities seemed like they would forever last.
But after a few more minutes, that crash of emotions filtered to ash as she grabbed the silk scarf and brought it to heart… then dropped her head to wipe apart the tears in her eyes. She opened them. She looked at the scarf. She looked at her wrists. Then instantly she caught a glimpse of him bounding her wrists as her moaning cries to the skies were in rhythmical bliss to his long strides deep inside.
She released an overwhelming sigh. Before her face dropped, her first instinct told her to call and have the cops come by. From that moment, she could see the, oh too familiar eyes of her loved ones’ cries…from the day she once woke up alone in the hospital…and that price didn’t cost a little.
She lit a cigarette and puffed slowly. Those familiar eyes…now very controlling, were intoxicating as two twin puddles of Patron. Those…familiar…dreamy…eyes. “Somebody I had to know must have taken advantage of me and brought me home!”
That would explain why she thought her friends left her alone and didn’t check on her. But she really couldn’t think of anyone that would do such a thing, that wouldn’t have more respect for her.
She felt abused…conflicted. Misused…restricted. Doubt…sorrow. She wanted out…whatever happened last night… nothing could have prepared her for tomorrow.
She unconsciously licked her lips. With no cause, something in the back of her mind relapsed and paused on a scene where the sex must have been glorious…it was notorious.
And another thought that wasn’t even in her mind’s blueprint…the alcohol gave their sex a new scent.
Then a translucent faint fingerprint was made visible on a glass from the smoke from her cigarette. Now she had a way of getting his ass, she thought as her recollection traveled back in time when he was getting in wet.
And hopefully she left a passion mark on his neck from when she tasted his alcoholic sweat. He couldn’t deny it then…if the evidence of that purplish peck was still fresh on his neck.
But one thing she now could not deny herself…as much as she hated to say it…he did have some packaged good dick. And though she could barely remember the owner of it…she had to admit…it pleased her drunken wet clit.
But the thought of not knowing provided and generated a sharp pain to ache in her side. She then remembered…the lack of water must have made his side strain…then giggled inside because he had begun to increase the fun by fucking through the pain.
And right before her head sunk smoothly back against the grain of her pillow and sheets, she had decided she would go ahead and call the police...slowly dialing…9…1…1. She then woke up in a deep nightmarish sweat, wet from another sweet dream of sex undone…
It was the police. “Ma’am, can you tell me exactly what happened?” She tried to her best to tell the story as the paramedic checked her out, but her details really slackened.
Another officer then appeared…not alone, but with another man lagging behind in respect with a blackened eye and teeth marks on his neck…those familiar eyes that never lied.
He was holding a glass of water with pride and two small white Tylenol treats. “Hey, hun…don’t you look sweet!” Her husband was the suspect in disguise. What a sweet, fucked up morning surprise!
She then fumbled and looked around some more and found a clue to her disaster…Reflecting off of the morning sunlight near the trash can was an empty bag of pop rocks…and a bright gold Magnum wrapper.
Her head hit the hold of her pillow with a heavy power and an hour later she awoke, fresh from a dream that replayed the scene of the previous night. She and her friends were quite drunk by the time they arrived at the club and her low cut blouse convinced the thugs that she might not be looking for a spouse, but instead…love at first sight.
She ignored some with much delight and gave a few hugs but found the right handsome young brother staring into her eyes like a long lost lover. His silky waves would have melted the most notorious of virgins on any day, and his familiar dreamy eyes were as intoxicating as twin puddles of Patron, as she would soon discover.
I could go on, but needless to say she couldn't tear herself away from the rhythm of this brother’s hips. He traced her lips with his tongue and she was sure she would come right there on the dance floor, but tried her hardest not to let him perceive this.
But he knew she wanted more. Ready for what the night had in store, she whispered in his ear, "Buy me a drink and let's get out of here." He then gave a look so sincere and gave her his near full bottle of beer, taking her invitation in stride to provide whatever to get her legs wide because the end of the night was near.
The alcohol had completely dissolved all fear of her flirting with a man she hardly knew…she was only 22, but figured she had plenty of time to make mistakes for the sake of her pleasure. Not realizing the fact that between her legs was more than a treasure but also a tool that could keep her life together.
So as we get back in the present, she was on the verge of discovering just that lesson. Her eyes were now wide open in shock as a glance to the trash provided her with a sickening question.
Blood on a tissue added doubt to her possession and a start but what made her heart beat even faster…was when she saw that the condom was still inside the wrapper. She then recalled the last sermon she heard in church when she once felt hurt and it seemed as if her life was the topic from the pastor.
She no longer felt like the master of her fate or the captain of her soul. So, she tried even harder to figure out at what part of last night she had lost control.
Photographic images then started patrolling around in her mind. Flashes of anxiety, lust, and tension were added to each scene as the intensity showed even more each time.
Her recollection then halted from its unwind as she again noticed the blood on the tissue. For some reason, she couldn’t muster its meaning and reason for being there…which was now the biggest issue.
Her liquor-tainted mind then tried to reissue common logic to the messy scene. But then she noticed something that was first unseen…that blue stained blouse was torn at the seam. That spawned images within her soul of the most nightmarish dreams.
“What in the fuck is goin' on?” Her heart now felt like it was trapped in a tomb. The pace raced and her mind couldn’t trace back far enough in time soon enough…and the lingering sex fumes seemed to zoom to make her spirit exhume from her ruined womb.
And what added to that boom was the fact that the room was a silent mess and her private still ached from the violent sex, which generated a question for her of forced entry. She remembered that all of the women at the club wanted him and hated her for taking him from them…but this was a cursed envy.
That could make someone end up in the worst penitentiary, she thought as she noticed the scattered glass from her broken lamp. And after another vivid picture unveiled and stamped in her mind that he cut himself after picking her up to sex her on the nightstand…she now felt like a token tramp.
Knowing that he must have felt like an unspoken champ because she even accidentally hit him hard in his eye from release of her moaning sex cry, which was what she now saw from when she glanced in the mirror and could now see his movements clearer. He took out the condom to put it on but she tossed it aside to the lyrics of the stereo song and pulled him nearer.
At the time, she must have had no fear of any consequences of her own actions because her lust was distracting as the intensity rose. Diseases may run rampant with the harlots and hoes but never those who used caution when taking off their clothes…so she thought.
But she sought closure and could feel the shame burning clear to her toes as last night now illuminated between the sheets of her mind. She had passed out from the heat of her own heartbeat exploding in a thousand pieces from each droplet she drank of the forbidden wine.
Her passion was the perfect rhyme to an anxious desire and burned out the fire from a life that she was too familiar with. She wished she could plead the fifth…but there was too much self incriminating evidence against her still visible in the midst.
And she still couldn’t believe this shit! But she could now taste the salty sweat from his neck while his heaven sent sex shifted from a low blaze to an inferno. And the flame scorched her deep, internal in the blackness of that nocturnal night and seemed to blacken her sight and last eternal.
Then another page in her mind’s journal turned. “How did we get here to my new house?” The deafening silence grew lower than a church mouse…as she could see a douse of liquor that was stained on the blue blouse.
“Damn, I hate it, that I passed out!” Knowing he probably cashed out on every sexual desire that he wanted her. She sank her head into the palm of her hand to cry for calm and to relieve her from the dawn of the unknown that now haunted her.
Those thoughts had taunted her onto the eve of breaking down until she remembered that she had to have known him…because she was too inebriated and couldn’t have told him where she stayed. But soon cancelled that thought when she saw her ID and other contents of her purse thrown about, which invaded her thoughts and made her vision fade.
And that weighed heavily on her mind. She persuaded herself that the sex had to be good when she got laid because her panties were wet and not torn…but intact and refined.
Yet, when she rolled over, she felt a sharp pain on her behind…but couldn’t muster up an answer. And that thought was eating away at her consciousness like malignant cells of cancer.
He couldn’t have tried to romance her because that was pointless with a drunk…as she had known from her wild times in adolescence. And the slight bruise on her thigh brought bad news back to her psyche that he may have stolen her essence…
She knew she had learned her lessons…then another memory strode across her intelligence, now using her weary common sense; he had spanked her ass in delight last night as a lovemaking enhancer. It came to her more as she remembered how he tapped on it many times on the dance floor when she thought he was a good dancer.
That had to be the answer. So she had thought as she glanced back at the trash. “I don’t eat candy! So why in the hell is there a pop rocks bag!”
Then in an instant, her mind drifted and began to drag her back in time in her adolescence to a significant visit that had her eyes low and red. “Excuse me ma'am,” the doctor said. “When you are ready to come into my office, you can go ahead.”
Her mouth felt dry as the Sahara and her feet were like ‘lead’ as he began to repeat his request but she decided that it was best to just make the move. She had come this far…so at this point she really had nothing to lose.
And the bad news in that manila folder made the world seem a little bit colder. That was the very day that her mother would hold her and she became less bold and decided that she would now give any and every alcoholic beverage the cold shoulder.
It reminded her too much of a life that was outlined in her favorite book called, "Ol’ Skool’s Sex Tools." Drunken Monkey was the title it used, but that’s also another story within itself. Her awareness quickly shifted more to the left…she now wondered why the so called friends she went to the club with didn’t look after her or made sure she got home with the right help.
“They will be dealt with as soon as I get my mind together.” Whether she would cuss them out or give them a chance to explain would be decided by good or bad weather.
Suddenly, she noticed that her desire for sex seemed satisfied beyond measure as she caught another glimpse of the empty bag of pop rocks. A mind bending unseen flash of actions then curled the toes in her cotton socks.
She remembered passion from feeling them tingling and popping from when he wet them in his mouth and gently teased her body with his tongue. A feeling that can make any woman sprung from the sin. He then opened his mouth and let a thousand tiny pieces of ecstasies explode all over her clit and other areas around the tender skin.
Making her erupt from within while losing control of her central nervous system at the same time. And it must have felt like it was far above a plain crime…because her toes curled and locked and her fingers looked as if she didn’t care for the cops by throwing up crooked gang signs.
So now she had a changed mind as she reminisced more on that bodily burst that made her curse into the orgasmic light. He made her wet and tasted her sweat with delight.
Better yet, he made her sweat and tasted her wet juices in his mouth and pleased her right. But, then began to feel even worse from the fright of not knowing who the hell she was with…and how they spent it in her own home last night.
And despite the pain of the throbbing headache and migraine, she remembered that he gave her his drink instead of buying her one. “Damn…he could have found out who I am and where I stayed after slipping something in the drink and looking in my purse…just planning his cynical fun.”
“Ain’t this a bitch?” Everything in her soul now seemed drenched and undone and weighed a ton on her mind. And the fact that none of her friends had even called to at least make sure she got home safe kept those harsh feelings intertwined, confined and refined.
But she couldn’t even find her phone. Shortly realizing that she left it in the car…because in the club it would only roam.
Frustrated, she zoned back out and franticly yanked off the green wristband that strangled her wrist. She paused. “What the fuck is this?” She couldn’t fill in the cause. “Why in the hell are there red marks on my other wrist?”
“Oh, lawd!” She was now pissed. “Did this son-of-a-bitch put a twist in my drank as a rape prank because he missed out and didn’t think that he could have just paid a trick for a hot piece of ass!” This fire in her began to rage and for a minute that blast of obscenities seemed like they would forever last.
But after a few more minutes, that crash of emotions filtered to ash as she grabbed the silk scarf and brought it to heart… then dropped her head to wipe apart the tears in her eyes. She opened them. She looked at the scarf. She looked at her wrists. Then instantly she caught a glimpse of him bounding her wrists as her moaning cries to the skies were in rhythmical bliss to his long strides deep inside.
She released an overwhelming sigh. Before her face dropped, her first instinct told her to call and have the cops come by. From that moment, she could see the, oh too familiar eyes of her loved ones’ cries…from the day she once woke up alone in the hospital…and that price didn’t cost a little.
She lit a cigarette and puffed slowly. Those familiar eyes…now very controlling, were intoxicating as two twin puddles of Patron. Those…familiar…dreamy…eyes. “Somebody I had to know must have taken advantage of me and brought me home!”
That would explain why she thought her friends left her alone and didn’t check on her. But she really couldn’t think of anyone that would do such a thing, that wouldn’t have more respect for her.
She felt abused…conflicted. Misused…restricted. Doubt…sorrow. She wanted out…whatever happened last night… nothing could have prepared her for tomorrow.
She unconsciously licked her lips. With no cause, something in the back of her mind relapsed and paused on a scene where the sex must have been glorious…it was notorious.
And another thought that wasn’t even in her mind’s blueprint…the alcohol gave their sex a new scent.
Then a translucent faint fingerprint was made visible on a glass from the smoke from her cigarette. Now she had a way of getting his ass, she thought as her recollection traveled back in time when he was getting in wet.
And hopefully she left a passion mark on his neck from when she tasted his alcoholic sweat. He couldn’t deny it then…if the evidence of that purplish peck was still fresh on his neck.
But one thing she now could not deny herself…as much as she hated to say it…he did have some packaged good dick. And though she could barely remember the owner of it…she had to admit…it pleased her drunken wet clit.
But the thought of not knowing provided and generated a sharp pain to ache in her side. She then remembered…the lack of water must have made his side strain…then giggled inside because he had begun to increase the fun by fucking through the pain.
And right before her head sunk smoothly back against the grain of her pillow and sheets, she had decided she would go ahead and call the police...slowly dialing…9…1…1. She then woke up in a deep nightmarish sweat, wet from another sweet dream of sex undone…
It was the police. “Ma’am, can you tell me exactly what happened?” She tried to her best to tell the story as the paramedic checked her out, but her details really slackened.
Another officer then appeared…not alone, but with another man lagging behind in respect with a blackened eye and teeth marks on his neck…those familiar eyes that never lied.
He was holding a glass of water with pride and two small white Tylenol treats. “Hey, hun…don’t you look sweet!” Her husband was the suspect in disguise. What a sweet, fucked up morning surprise!
The Mourning After
She woke up …alone. Her sheets were thrown, tossed and strewn about her ankles and her blanket was hopelessly tangled. And as she stretched into the thinnest of air, she could feel that her nappy hair could also describe the thoughts in her mind as mangled.
She was naked except for the wristband that strangled her wrist and the still moist panties tightly crumpled and clenched up in her fist. And even after the sight of that shit, she still couldn’t believe this.
She then made an attempt to reminisce last night’s events but her head was on the brink of a blackout, so she cancelled that thought. She might have wondered for hours but the smell of Amaretto Sour brought her sedated serenity to a hard hitting reality so there wasn’t much to think about.
She was naked except for the wristband that strangled her wrist and the still moist panties tightly crumpled and clenched up in her fist. And even after the sight of that shit, she still couldn’t believe this.
She then made an attempt to reminisce last night’s events but her head was on the brink of a blackout, so she cancelled that thought. She might have wondered for hours but the smell of Amaretto Sour brought her sedated serenity to a hard hitting reality so there wasn’t much to think about.
(Soundtrack provided and produced by Ol' Skool)