accounts from auj's progression through life

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Sunday with Bhudda

Lying around, tumbling in a white light filtered room. His cock between my legs, we're resting by now. Two lazy, hot bodies, sticky in the humid room. He's playing with my body. He worships it. I'm laughing at the TV. We've watched two seasons of arrested development today.

It's noon and I should go, but he rolls his big body over and buries his face between my breasts and says "Don't go", smiling up at me. I'll watch another couple of episodes and take a cab home to save time.

My body is so sweaty. When we move around our bodies peel off of eachother and stick in new places. When he grabs me and rolls over, he feels like a blanket. I wrap myself in it, even in the intense heat.

Lazily he fingers my slit and fondles my ass, watching it move when he slaps it lightly. When he pushes my button I'm not watching Arrested Development anymore. Now I'm fully whelmed and he's loving it too. I'm white like the light and he's a chocolate bhudda-God-warrior worshipping me.

The cab calls, it's downstairs. My lover walks me to the door with that familiar gait I witnessed six or so months ago when he taught me how to scratch records on some lost night. He kisses me once on the corner of my mouth and slowly stoops again to kiss the other corner. His bhudda lips on mine.

See ya'

The cab driver's nice. Really friendly. Then I have a bad day at work. My period comes with a force and I'm all fucked up on some codeine pills given to me by a customer in a desperate moment.

10:50 p.m. - 2008-07-02

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