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Michael Cuglietta I live in Tampa, FL. I graduated from the University of South Florida with a major in History and a minor in Poetry. I work as a salesman by day. I've written one novel, which has never sparked the interests of any publishers/lit. agents. But it is called "Like Father Like Son" and I am proud of it. And I've had a story called "My boyfreind the pervert" published in Opium Magazine. |
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| AFTER TEQUILA SHOTS |
| by Michael Cuglietta |
| Tequila’s always gone strait to my head. I’m
trying to get a hold on my spinning bedroom. Kimberly,
the curly headed blonde girl I just picked up at the wine bar, is lying on top of my comforter, slowly undressing. I wish I had a condom. I meant to pick some up last time I was at the drug store but decided against it. Condoms in the bedroom are bad luck. Every time you remember to take your umbrella it never rains but that one day, that one day when you leave it at home, that’s when the downpour begins. I’m too drunk to get hard, under too much pressure. I go down on her, hoping to stimulate myself in the process. She’s got an adorable belly. If it were any bigger it might be unappealing but, as it is, it turns me on. I stick my tongue in her belly button. She’s ticklish but not in the mood to laugh. She pushes me down, down below her belly, down to the source. She’s not totally shaven but neatly trimmed. Her clit is much larger then other girl’s I’ve been with. It’s easier to find, easier to work with. The sounds she makes are encouraging. I feel her out, reading her unspoken directions; discover she likes repetitive, circular motion. I keep at it till she’s had enough. There are no two ways about it. She’s had enough. No more playing around. She wants to be fucked as she pulls me on top of her, placing her tongue to my tongue, absorbing the taste of her own pussy in my mouth. She reaches down, grabbing at my cock, which is only half hard. “Don’t worry,” she says. “Just relax.” She takes me in her mouth, determined to get me to where I need to be. Her pussy is warm and wet. At first I’m on top but she’s not satisfied with traditional positioning. She wants to be on top. Once up there there’s nothing that I can do. I’m a horse and she’s determined to ride me into the sunset. She begins a series of orgasms, her pussy contracting with such force it takes effort for me to stay inside. It squeezes and let’s go, squeezes and let’s go. I got no choice but to grab a hold of her tits, squeeze her hard nipples and hang on for the ride. I’m about to cum. There’s no stopping me now. I’ve swelled up as large as I will swell up and I’m ready to explode. I offer her fair warning and, just in time, she let’s me out. Just in time she presents her naked tits for me to spray on. I slide my cock in-between her chest, fuck her tits, dripping onto her pink nipples. At that moment I am in love. I can’t remember what she looks like in the light. I don’t even know her last name but I love her. I’m vulnerable to her, a little boy. I want to buy her a house in the country, have all her children for her. Live happily ever after with her. |
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| Oct. 2006 |
| 68 |
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