Unremembered...

I was dreaming that I was having sex with someone. When I got up I exhaled the fresh cold air of the morning breeze and the air was chilling through my bones but someone was in my bed. I just then realized that I had been naked by that time. I was sleeping with my dress because I really can't sleep without it, I feel awkward when I do. I did last summer because the weather was very hot that my room was like a sauna and I can't sleep because I am worried that the landlord Mr. Wilkins got inside and see me naked I don't like other people saw me naked---gross . The noise outside made the white man got awakened. I didn't know what happened last night. The rock music of the Beatles, the shouting of the frustrated singers singing their favorite song, the wines. All I could remember was... I just took a five?, six?, maybe twenty glass of Tanduay with coffee flavor. The waiter did it. It was great. I liked it. Then suddenly I fell from my seat and everything went dark. I then felt a kind of warm. I was in a man's arm. Then everything got unremembered....
When he came back from the comfort room. He was sweating. " what did you do to my CR?" I confusedly said.
 "nothing. I just jerk off." He replied.
 "what? you mother fucker!" I was now angry. "get out off my room I don't want to see your fucking face again."
 Then he got his Calvin Clein underwear and put it on; his polo, a necktie just like the ties wore by the waiters on the bar I got fallen; I grabbed his Denim pants and passed it to him.
"by the way before I left. I just want to say I really got a hard time inserting my cock to your asshole. But I enjoy it." with a devil's smile to me and left.
I just then felt that my asshole was numbing and my lips were barely swollen. My room then got dark followed by the sound of police's car heard from outside.
Someone called 911.

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  1. barryNovember 25, 2009 at 12:40 AM

    actually the story before part one is the happenings after five years...
    just follow the story because every week I will post another part...
    This is a story of the person an the tragedy happen to hi family...

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