A bar is a bar is a bar, and this was no real exception. The lights were dim and people were having a grand time wallowing their sorrows in beers and in drinks and in anythin that might let their inhibitions down for long enough to actually have a good time. It never ceases to amaze me what people would do after a couple of drinks, as opposed to sober. It's like a door is opened and all sexual and moral inhibitions were released.
I approached the man behind the bar and ordered myself a drink. Perhaps tonight I'd meet someone who's inhibitions were the reason THEY were here tonight too. Perhaps there'd be someone with whom I could explore sexual confidence without the risk of looking too passive, or too aggressive. I wanted to fuck and to be fucked in simple terms with people who wanted the same. Only to be ruled by passion and sexual energy I wanted something tonight. I paid for my drink and turned to the jukebox...music is sex for the ears and I wanted to dance. Walking I found a very pretty blonde looking at me with a mixed glare of perplexion and passion. Did she find me attractive? Or was she simply wallowing a bit too much to help herself. I put some quarters in the jukebox as I watched her from the corner of my eye. To my surprise she stood up and made her way over to me.
"Have a request?" I asked her.
I approached the man behind the bar and ordered myself a drink. Perhaps tonight I'd meet someone who's inhibitions were the reason THEY were here tonight too. Perhaps there'd be someone with whom I could explore sexual confidence without the risk of looking too passive, or too aggressive. I wanted to fuck and to be fucked in simple terms with people who wanted the same. Only to be ruled by passion and sexual energy I wanted something tonight. I paid for my drink and turned to the jukebox...music is sex for the ears and I wanted to dance. Walking I found a very pretty blonde looking at me with a mixed glare of perplexion and passion. Did she find me attractive? Or was she simply wallowing a bit too much to help herself. I put some quarters in the jukebox as I watched her from the corner of my eye. To my surprise she stood up and made her way over to me.
"Have a request?" I asked her.
