Mature readers only, I guess.
The night was still young, calling for anything that her and I desired at the time. Me, all I could think of was how she’d look with her clothes off. I wanted her in the worst way, but those thoughts and desires could’ve been brought about from the few alcoholic beverages I’d consumed during our lengthy conversation.
I didn’t know how intoxicated I was until standing, staggering out of the sports bar, down a dark and misty road that I was unfamiliar with. It could’ve due to the drinks complicating my vision and making the neighborhood look like something out of an old noir film. I didn’t care as much, believing it would all end with me and her in bed: the lady in red. Continue Reading