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a made up story in an attempt to describe something real.


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As I analyze the sudden uninhibited motions from a far. It was like a game between us, her eyes pretended not to see me... And vice versa...
The smell, if there is such a thing... came up from the car, and made me aware of the shitty state it was in. But I didn't care... the sun heated up my arms in a nice way through the windscreen. I was being cooked, and I liked it...
Anyway, she bended over exposing her cleavage and revealed two nicely formed juicy shaped buns, covered in human skin, tightly wrapped, half obscured by the fading light that seemed to embrace them as well. It was a beautiful sight, that lured out thought's of intense sex scenes. I saw myself pushing her down over the car from behind, started yanking her pants off. As she gave me this look just over her shoulder, saying with her eyes, take me.
"excuse me" I awoken
"excuse me" the voice continued and I managed to locate it's source. It came from just outside my drivers side window. It was her.
"Sir, this is not a parking space, I will have to ask you to move"
some strange feeling of shame overcame me. I stumble with my response.
"Well, yes of course. I'm sorry... Right away"
"What are you doing her anyway?"
what should I response, the honest answer is that I don't really know...? And it has been that for quite sometime now - this not knowing, feeling. I guess she lost her patience with me.
"Sir, it is really creepy... I really must ask you to stop coming here"
I got the engine going, pulled up my sunglasses, black blues brothers style ones, cheap crap... But it helped me to hide when I felt the need too... Anyway, I drove off without even giving her any notice of her continued existence. She had embarrassed me and this had angered me slightly. As I steered out into the ongoing traffic I felt my obsession let me go. She clearly wasn't what I imagined her to be. She was like the rest of them, mean, nervous, trapped in her little shell...
I guy passed me, Mexican by the look of it, big baggy baseball t-shirt in light blue colour, with a short almost goatee beard and thin mustache just above his lips. He tried to give me a menacing look but failed. I saw the insecurity staring back at me and I smiled at it. He didn't appreciate this response, he felt maybe I didn't take him seriously... and maybe I didn't? Maybe I didn't take anything seriously...
He pulled out his piece, lite black steel wonder... his little gun. I looked at it, down the barrel and then I looked at him. A calmness filled me up inside, and I just said to him.
"you would do me the biggest favour you could ever imagine"
"nah, brah! I think you just sayin that, I think you full of shit brah"
"why don't you try me out?" my calmness surprised myself even.. That poor bastard only wanted some respect in the form of fear. A scared white guy. But I was in too strange of a mood to play that game for him.
"whatever dude" he shook his head and pulled the gun inside the car again, accelerated off. Off to ruin the day for someone else. As he drove off so did my awareness of him. He drove off from me like I been driving off from myself for years. He wanted to get away from me like I wanted to get away from myself. Like I still want to get away from myself. Because it is nothing there...




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Publicerad 2021-04-10 09:26



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