I). The Aforementioned Complaint/Observation: A Lament About Writing In Belligerent Domestic Environs: I have many things I'd like to say, but the opposite of a should-be decreed, necessary, due silence presently reigns and subverts and circumvents all known creative thought-process. I am assailed by uncreative beings and the vile, stupefying things which they in a body worship as fools-as blind fools.
II). The Introduction to The Story Which Is This Post's/Piece's Sole Reason For Being: Regardless, let me take this opportunity, besides for the audition of the entreaty for a sane, literature-respecting world (which does not seem to exist anymore, nor are appreciators of literature to be found in any great, myriadic abundance amongst the public...reading or otherwise), to tell a brief story:
III). A True Story of A Somehow Lost Opportunity for Local Sexual Adventure (Possibly):
One quarter-year ago (three months), I espied this beautiful, luscious, busty, salacious Oriental girl at an occasional haunt of mine in Kittery. It was a slightly windy, dark, cold, and rainy night...a moist mist sheened the parking lot and, in tiny droplets, assailed the walls of the mercantile structure to which I had repaired (this was the convenience store/service station, 7-Eleven). This miniature emporium and fueling station is located at the meeting of several roads, and a great, asphalt-girded circle stands before it...these too were beleaguered by light winds and mist on the night in question.
Regardless, I was there at the store, to pre-pay for my fuel per the mercantile/plenary dictate taped to each and every fuel-pump on the double-sided fuel island, adjacent to the store itself, located along one fringe, one corner of the parking lot. I also wanted a snack and/or a beverage and these I selected. As there was someone ahead of me in the check-out line, at the central cashier counter, I waited, and was thus able to see the vision who proceeded through the black steel-bordered glass door. She was probably somewhere between 19-30 (it can be so hard to gauge age among women of Asiatic descent), and had long, flowing, slightly wavy, beautiful, silky blackish/reddish hair...done and styled, at least color-wise, after the current fashion that prefers highlights and unnatural dyes...regardless, it was beautiful hair. She had dark eyes, beautiful, smooth,well-toned skin, and was wearing a short red frock coat, a tawny tunic-dress, knee-high black patent leather boots of exceeding sexiness (as they were skin-tight, and flowed and followed and showed off the graceful, feminine curve of her leg), and beautiful, seldom-seen black silk stockings. Her breasts were large, round, full, proud. She was somewhat heavily made-up, but with a subtlety and a grace and a nuance not often seen.
Her eyes scanned the room, as did mine at her entrance (but scanned mostly only her), and she came up behind and beside me, I being one of the only other men (hell, the only other person) in the store.
I spoke to her, and in the process of that conversation it came out that she wished to locate the bathroom and that was what she was looking for. I immediately felt it my duty to tell/show where it was, and set down my things to go do so, as the bathrooms are located along the eastern outer wall of the store, separate and yet a part of it. To get there, if you are in the store, you must exit it, go right, go right again, along the eastern wall, and then one more right in the small, cramped, shared/unisex bathroom. It was to this that she wished to go.
And, I tried to show her, but as she turned to the employee thereat, in the store, and asked her, I sensed some odd hesitation to allow me to show her the location of the public lavatory on her part, which, when compared and contrasted with later thoughts and analyses and remembrances (hypnagogic ones), makes no sense....for as I remember and analyze it, it seems obvious that she sought me out, and dressed so sexily, so sluttily, so salaciously and enticingly, might have been either a prostitute or a hungry, horny girl of promiscuity and at any rate, in fine, she seemed to be looking for sex...perhaps with me...perhaps she wished to fuck me in the lateral bathroom of that place, and surely given her sexiness and pulchritude and likability, I would have complied, but something somehow interceded and thus prevented our coupling (to the great unwashed, our fucking). I do not know what or who caused this sad reversal in our previous apparent trajectory, but it was awful and devastating and undeserved. I have since sought out this girl a number of times online, but as I got very little personal information-and certainly I obtained no contact information-from her, this has proved exceedingly difficult, if not impossible.
Yet, seldom in my life have I seen, to say nothing of met and conversed with, such a sexy goddess...like she stepped out of a pornographic film's episode, or of my dreams or of my sexual fantasies and desires or my wet dreams...either way, even if no immediate sex was in the offing, it was a girl and an opportunity of such magnificence that has seldom happened to me, especially in such a locale, and my apparent missing out on it that I tried in every way to exploit, the preclusion of relation, friendship, coupling/copulation, what-have-you, this has infuriated and confused and upset me greatly.
Yet, such is life, and most especially and apparently, such is my life.
No comments:
Post a Comment