Yes, It Was A Great Evening!

We all love breaking the rules. Especially the unwritten ones. But if it’s done with love, life rocks.

So I was enjoying some beers in The Underworld with my Portuguese friends, looking at the gorgeous Romanian women. I didn’t make too many moves. It made more sense to observe these European Latinos doing my shit.

And hell yes, they’re good. Picked up some tips and tricks. Then again, women are easy. Everybody is lonely.

The night was only about to get worse. At least that’s what I thought.

We ended up in some cheap student place. But I like the name: Revenge. One of the most beautiful words ever. Revenge on life. Kill the pain.

Too many people. Some nice, some giving me the evil eye. I didn’t care, I rarely do. I got a death wish. Just like you. The only difference between us is that I like people – don’t love them. And yes, I have a hard time showing that.

I gave my Visa to the guys and headed for the toilets. Too much beer. And I hate waiting or queuing for drinks.

Too many homeless kids

Some girl told me something in Romanian but I didn’t get it. Probably I was in the wrong toilet – I don’t know, who does? Half blond, now that’s a change. Nice tits, amazing ass.

“Sorry hon, English or French,” I said, “I assume you don’t speak Dutch? Anyways, you do realize that if your mom is sexy I could be your dad?”

She pushed me against the wall and put her tongue in my mouth.

“Baby,” I said, “that’s one thing you don’t do to the devil.” So I turned her around, pulled up her skirt and fucked her up the ass. (Too many homeless kids in the world already.)

Aftermath of obliteration of eternity

“And don’t fucking sue me. There’s no point. I’m poor.”

“Now why on earth would I do that?” she asked.

“Because deep down inside you felt you are truly too beautiful for me.”

“Let’s go to my room and chill,” she said.

Tempting offer.

“Your room? No,” I replied, “that doesn’t sound like a good idea. I’m not in the mood to fight crazy boyfriends who are most probably stronger than me. Let’s go to my place. But first I need to pick up my credit card and finish a beer with my friends.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Who cares?” I replied.

“Alright,” she said. “But I need to pee first.”

“Cool. Can I watch?”

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