The Chronicles of a Cunning Linguist... 101

My left hand gripped her blonde hair
As my pelvis slammed into the back of her thighs..
Repeatedly.. Steadily.. Unwavering..

My eyes travelled south..

Past the huge butterfly tattoo on her lower back..
Past the crack..
Past the darkness..

To where my taut rubberized blackness..
Met her white skinned wetness..

I chuckled to myself..
"I thought I was racist before this”

She didn't seem to care about carpet burns..
As her fingernails clawed at my wallpaper
She spoke in tongues unknown..
Hungarian.. Greek.. Spanish..

She whimpered..
She screamed..
She moaned..
She cooed..


"Ohhhh I like.. Ooooh...
Sooo black.. Sooo strong..
Ohh.. Yes! Yes!
Oooo! Right there...
Mmmm.. Yes baby, Don't stop...
DON'T STOPPPP!!!”


And that very hour..
At the very minute..
At that very second..
At that very moment in time..


I stopped..


I'd pulled a hamstring muscle..

She crumbled.. wailing..
"Noooo!!!"


As she ripped a hole in my wallpaper..


Silly girl.