First Craigslist Meetup

There was panchos on her bed.

There was a comic strip by Marisa Paternoster on the fridge.

There was so many damn glass dildos in her sex drawer.

There was hairy legs wrapped by her jeans.

There was some strawberries in her fridge.

There was lube on my fingers.

There was my fist in her cunt.

There was Hunter S. Thompson biography books on her bookshelf.

There was restraints tying my limbs to the corners of the bed.

There was convulsions from her nails scraping me.

There was my gasmask forgotten in my car.

There was a ladder in her kitchen that could get her up into her hidey hole which was above her bathroom.

There was an open window with just some light drapes separating the heated room from the chilled Mardi Gras streetlight sepia.

There was an awkward moment at the beginning where she was choking me lightly and she hit a spot that made me cough so I had to get water.

There was leg rubbing on both our parts.

There was her glasses that had been busted from when we wrestled one another.

There was a guy at the cafe we first met at that kept asking if we had any cigarettes.

There was a teaching session of how I had to turn my fist into her left side as I fisted her that way the knuckles could get through.

There was jubilation after I helped her in figuring out how she could fist herself.

There was something about her face that made it seem like it was somebody different every time I looked at it.

There was a realization that I could be slightly OCD when I had cleaned off her body of some random debris for the fifth time.

There was a solid silence at one point as we sat on the couch fully clothed, not knowing if who should engage first.

Now I'm in bed, with a watercolor drawing of someone on the ground that accidentally ended up looking like another lady I was once with.

Now I'm in my bed that's missing it's covers.

Now I'm in a bed with a spine that is soar from doing the watercolor.

Now I'm writing and breaking the fourth wall.

Now I'm looking af the wall and not lkkkkng sh the letters and just thorns.

Now I'm looking at the keyboard again because typing while not looking at it clearly doesn't work all that well.

Now I'm gonna stop.