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A Tale of Love and Desire

March 16, 2010

I wanted you the moment I first laid eyes on you.

When I saw you across the bar, the way the light shone off you sleek, curving lines, I knew I had to have you. I would stop at nothing to get my hands on you, to feel you against my lips, to have you near me, to taste you, to smell you, to be everything to you.

I remember the tumult of curly blond goodness cascading from your head, how your curves stood enticingly beneath them, the darkness of your body. It was enough to take my breath away.

Boldly, I crossed the bar, wrapping my hands around you. You were cool to the touch at first, but then you warmed ever so slightly. Your essence danced beneath me; I breathed deeply, inhaling the very aroma of your soul. I needed you then.

Without hesitation, I laid my lips next to that gorgeous blond head of yours. You backed away slowly, cautiously at first. Seconds later, you flowed into me, meeting my lips with your own aggression. My eyes were closed; I reacted on instinct alone. You were so great, so wonderful, I needed more. Time and time again I returned, needing the feeling of you pressed against my lips. You filled me like no other had before, and I was left breathless.

And then, you were gone.

Where you had been before was now just an empty space. My heart broke. I looked about for you, searched desperately all around. You were nowhere to be found. Dejected, I returned to the bar.

And that's when I found your sister.

Her curves were every bit as enticing as yours. Her blond head tossed about in the same desirous manner. And she came to my lips without hesitation, practically pulling me into her. Quickly, you were forgotten while I returned to my table with your sister accompanying me.

With her, I took my time, got her to warm to me, so that I could experience everything she had to offer. And she gave it gladly. She filled me in ways that you didn't or couldn't.

As the night grew late, I sat back in my booth, my eyes focused on her. They say you never forget your first, and while I will never forget you, I will always remember your sister, too. She might not have been my first, but she was as good. We finished and, sated, I said my good-byes to her.

But, I knew that I would be back. And your sister would always be there, calling to me, luring me in to her bold and earthy clutches.

It's true what they say: You never forget your first Guinness.

19 comments:

Candy's daily Dandy said...

Oh, yeah...I got suckered right into that one. Nice work MJenks!

All that story needs is a paperback cover with a picture of Fabio and the blonde.

Scope said...

Now that's a mustache champaign I can get in to.

otherworldlyone said...

Yeah, I totally fell for that.

Bev said...

Is it wrong that I knew you were talking about booze the whole time? It's wrong, isn't it?

Shit.

Chemgeek said...

I totally knew where this was going and now I want a Guinness more than I want anything in this world. Even at 8AM.

Moooooog35 said...

Great. Now I want to have sex with beer.

Again.

EmcogNEATO! said...

I knew where this was going before I scrolled to the bottom.

I had my first (and only) Guinness in a chocolate cake. It's a Nigella recipe. Yum!

Elliott said...

Bev, if it's wrong, I don't want to be right. Mmm, Guinness.

Scope said...

I, too, knew where this was headed, but I didn't want to HARP on you about it.

kate said...

What does that say about me if I knew that you were talking about booze..? I'm looking forward to pretending to be Irish for a bit after work tomorrow :)

red said...

Boy, oh boy, do I have a song for you.

SkylersDad said...

Can I just say that Guinness has never let me down like many women have?

Wynn said...

"You filled me like no other had before, and I was left breathless."
Happens to me. All. The. Time.

Ohhhh, you were talking about beer. Nevermind then.....

I wish I had that experience with my first Guiness too.

corticoWhat said...

"And that's when I found your sister." LOL

That line brought back a flood of memories, both fond and dangerous!

Soda and Candy said...

Hahaa, I knew it wasn't a woman as soon as you said blonde.

Happy St Pat's for tomorrow!

carissa said...

hahahaha I wasn't sure... but I was thinking it was going to be about guiness. I'm so good at that.

Amber Tidd Murphy said...

happy green-beer day from a murphy. get your irish on.

words...words...words... said...

Is it TMI that I enjoy feeling the foam on my face when I take a big gulp?

Nej said...

Guinness virgin here.

(hanging head in shame)