Friday, April 25, 2008

Idiots filthy post......attempt 2......

The pounding of the drums beat in counterpoint to my own thrusts. The wave of humanity in this orgy of sweat and decadence flows back and forth, nearly as a hesitant reminder to me to keep surging forward. Deeper. More forcefully. Faster. Faster. Faster.

Gone now are the restraints of tenderness. The force builds and my shoulders tense. My back arches. The muscles in my legs tremble as I concentrate on keeping them locked in position.

I am so close now and the euphoric elation of the moment sears through my mind blocking out all else but that which is front of me. Everything slows down as I come toward the climax of this most amazing of all journeys.

*Hi, Can I have a pint of Coors light please.*

Nothing worse than a busy bar.


  1. Idiot, you're brilliant. You crack me up. I think I might love you!

  2. That's a great understanding of Mills & Boons for a fella who sells expensive pink shirts for a living. You smuggling copies into the stockroom?

  3. Idiot channels his inner Barbara Cartland.

    I know Idiot knows what girls want, Aoife told me.

  4. Ahhhh good old mills and boon........

    Must ask Aoife what she's been saying

    *looks about furtively*

  5. I also notice how you made your drink order automatically more masculine by ordering a pint instead of a girlie bottle, fits in better with the story.

  6. FFS - Coors light?! *sigh* I'd rather not have a beer.