janiedidhaveagun

I heard a calling from the old mighty lord. It struck me like a shocking bolt and left me with a phrase from an old book. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
It got me thinking how sad the world have gotten. People and cocaine, heroine striking it's way back in a big hit...Sometimes I just don't recognise the world as it is from when I was a child. These days people tend to get lonely more often. That's when it striked me. A revelation got to me while being on the road, high as an angel could get. ........Angels don't get much companion.
Lonely as I was, I recieved a call from an old friend. Asking for help, say's his girl OD:d from heroin. It took me no pleasure, but saving a woman's life was a number one priority. It left me no choice but to strike her with an unpleasant adrenaline shot through her heart.
My friend could no longer bear the trouble he's given the poor woman so I took the responsibility to drive her home. Under the time was no longer under the influence of the sin, I walked her to her frontdoor and bid the dame farewell. She was a lovely lady. It got me wondering why she ever was at the under the influence of drugs...
Days passed and daily routines executed. The neverending week finally ended. Another night planned to be spent just like any friday night. Lonely and stoned. Everything was going well when suddenly the phone gave a shocking sound. It turned out I've given a good impression to the confused lady from the other night. We talked for a moment and crossed out a date from our calender. A night we were gonna spend together as a potential couple.
Tonight Is not a night like every other night. Tonight I'll be giving myself a treat. Tonight... It's all about confidence, and heroine defines the deal. Prepaired as I was, I picked up the lovely dame, wearing my best suit and looking like a fomal gangster just like in the movies. She walked out the glass door looking like a woman from any celuloid screen. She wore a black dress all the way down her knee, sparkling like a goddess. Her smile gave away a seductive complement from my intoxicated mind. She sat on the leftseat and said "play your cards right and I'll be smiling all night". And then I smiled as I drove her to a fancy restaurant, where we danced and had a lovely conversation over a stake.
I walked over to the glassdoor, and she passed me her keys. I held her hand as we entered her house and dazzled her with more groove. She walked to the stereo and played the song "girl, you'll be a woman soon" by Neil Diamond. Excused myself to go freshen up on the bathroom, boosting more of my confidence and talking to myself infront of a mirror. Suddenly It hit me and i found myself thinking.... from the moment the bible gave me  Ezekiel, I realized...



..........My whole life's turned into a pulp fiction......

The night was young and particularly wild as I walked the hallway confidently with a seductive smile in search for a place to rest my godly shaped bottoms. I bumped my arm into something that resembled a cushion. My instincts kicked in as I felt a reflexsive certain urge of escape from a prisoner held and hidden, inside my pants. I turned simply to perform an apology when our eyes suddenly bonded  with an unknown chemistry. I look down to examine the cushion that bumped my left arm and i heard myself thinking, "wow those looks really awesome". She smiled as a response to my impressed face expression thus leading us to imply our lust on the dancefloor.

After being kicked out of the club for having danced pornographically, we decided to take a cab and move the party into my place to continue our unfinished dancing session. I opened a bottle of a twelve year old whisky and drinked to our pleasure and to fuel the intoxicating chemistry that we were sharing. The night was filled with dancing and erotic touching, mostly touching untill we decided to enter my room to do some slapping and tickeling... Extreme tickeling.

After waking beside a  cushion filled maiden and a splitting headache, I could just picture why there was scratches on my back and my clothes torned apart. i was very pleased about myself so I positioned myself to spoon. i reached down on her private area when I suddenly felt a hard muscelly part between her legs... A sudden moment of revelation came to me and the explanation why there was an opposing bulge between her thighs while we were dancing came as a clarity.

I walked him/her out the door after having a very awkward discussion. T'was a night to remember, although i could not recall so much of the night.... I still can't forget those cushions of his/hers.