Am I reeling! All sexed out but not for long I’m sure…what an eventful year I’m having so far. It’s still Christmas after all. New Year’s Day began with sex, sex & more sex with the youthful, beautiful Brazilian Leonardo. I’m pretty sure I’ll never see or hear from him again but that’s fine by me, we sure had our fun ringing in the New Year together!
Have you been kissed yet? He was wondering, shortly after midnight NYE. No…I replied. Can I give you your first kiss of the New Year? Cheeky monkey, I loved it. Wow, what a kisser! We were nonstop until around midday New Year’s Day. Time for me to roll home & regroup.
Regroup I did & ended the first day of 2020 soaking up copious quantities of red red wine with my neighbours. A chaste night was well had for a change.
On the second day of 2020 I had a date with a daring & dashing young Indian, Sid, who is living & working in Dublin & thoroughly enjoying the high life. We got very high indeed & ended up in the sack, his sack, in his plush city centre apartment. Rode on till morning, not getting more than a blink of sleep.
More of the same with Sid 2 nights later, last night. He was seriously Saturday night fevered…once again barely a blink of sleep, phew!
Back tracking to Friday night…got off to a disaaastrous start! Thought I was meeting the lovely Leonardo for a pint & then some but I was assailed by a not so lovely Libyan as soon as I got to the bar. Wrrrong man!
I have no recollection of giving this miscreant my number on New Year’s Eve but evidently I did…a not so hilarious case of mistaken identity. I was so looking forward to more of Leonardo’s sweet kisses but as it turned out, I never got his damn number, ooops!
How was I gonna lose this Libyan loser? He was sticking to me like God’s goddamned glue! Some young guy in the bar pulled me aside for a peppery pep talk…whaddarya doing with yer man?? He demanded to know. ‘Tiz a sorry case of mistaken identity! I explained. You could have anyone in this bar…leggit! He ordered. I could clearly see his point! Time to act the cunt!
And act the cunt I did. Sailed off into the night with Mustafa, the mad for it Libyan, making it clear I was not gonna kiss him. We got to the club, I ordered him a Heineken & left him glugging it while I hit the dancefloor like a racing bullet.
There I espied a devilishly dishy divil bopping about in all his bubbly beauty. In the wink of an eye we were dancing together & with another wink, we were kissing. Next thing next, he was handing me his phone & I was entering my name & number lest he lose me.
A very friendly & verrry fuckable Frenchman he was, by the name of Martin. His daredevil companion Yo soon sidled up to me & was wondering if I wanted to share the love. I glanced at Martin & decided to decline…Martin was all mine…oh la la! Vive La France!
So this is Little Christmas. Feels like the end of days to me…party’s over, dammit!
Faith In The Ripple Effect 