out of my head.
I was plastered five shots ago, so now I'm on shot number oblivion. I toss it back and slam the glass on the counter. "Another." The bartender gives me a sideways glance as he's deciding if he'll cut me off, so I reach into my wallet and drop a fat bill for him. "I said another."
I turn around on the barstool to begin my search. I have the hotel room. All I need now is a woman who doesn't recognize me. Number fourteen.
I scan the room like I always do and begin by taking inventory. I see a few decent-looking blonds, maybe a redhead or two, but none of them hold a candle to her. No one ever will.
I've lost the only thing that ever made me feel alive.
My thoughts drift to the place in my head where only Laurelyn resides, so I don't notice when someone takes the seat next to me. I'm brought out of my trance when I hear her voice. "Waiting on someone?"
I turn to the voice's owner and see an attractive blond with chin-length hair set in loose curls, her bright blue eyes displaying no recognition of who I am. Probably midthirties. Maybe closer to forty and dressed like a professional in a sheath dress and fitted jacket. She's just my usual type. Before Laurelyn.
I shake my head. "No one in particular. Just here to find a little company."
She smiles. "Me too. Maybe we can keep each other company."
Because I'm drunk, I have no reason to think I'm going to put this out there in an appealing manner. I don't know. Maybe I want to fuck it up so she'll blow me off. "I'm not your normal kind of company. I have very specific requirements for the women I date. The first of which is that I won't tell you my real name and I don't want to know yours. Honestly, I really only want to fuck and have a little fun for a few weeks and then I never want to see you again."
I wait for the slap or for her to get up and leave, but neither happens. "My, my. Aren't we a direct one?"
"I say what's on my mind because I don't have time for silly games." Isn't that what I told Laurelyn after she asked me if I was missing my filter?
"Okay."
What? Really? She's saying okay to that shit? "You're up for it?"
"Sure. You're hot and I need a distraction."
"A distraction from what?"
"The man I love." She glances down at her drink as she sloshes it around. "He doesn't feel the same. What's your deal?"
I won't talk about the one I love with another woman, especially not one I'm about to have meaningless sex with. Even I know that's not right.
"No deal. I'm just not into commitment or contact after I'm finished with a woman."
"I respect your honesty." She swallows the last of her girly drink. "You want to go upstairs?"
"That's why I'm here." I throw back my shot and get up from the stool. I'm a little unstable so she reaches out to steady me.
"You okay?"
I work to get myself straight so I don't blow this because it's what I need. It's what I have to do to get her out of my mind. "Yeah. I'm good. We don't have to stop for a room. I've already got one."
We ride the elevator to the third floor. I'm shocked I'm able to find the room because I'm so wasted. She has to take the keycard to open the door because I'm too uncoordinated to slide it in and pull it out. Let's hope that doesn't apply to my cock.
We go into the room together and I play tag with the walls before falling backward onto the bed. I close my eyes for what feels like a second and when I open them again, the nameless blond has stripped down to her knickers and bra and is straddling me.
She reaches behind to unfasten her bra and then takes my hands and puts them on her breasts. They look good, but even drunk, I still know they're fake because they don't feel anything like Laurelyn's.
Damn! I can't even get her out of my head when I have two palms full of tits.
She leans down to kiss me and I turn my head so that her mouth lands on my jaw. She makes no haste in trailing kisses down my neck. I shut my eyes because I don't want to look at her.
She unbuttons my shirt and
I was plastered five shots ago, so now I'm on shot number oblivion. I toss it back and slam the glass on the counter. "Another." The bartender gives me a sideways glance as he's deciding if he'll cut me off, so I reach into my wallet and drop a fat bill for him. "I said another."
I turn around on the barstool to begin my search. I have the hotel room. All I need now is a woman who doesn't recognize me. Number fourteen.
I scan the room like I always do and begin by taking inventory. I see a few decent-looking blonds, maybe a redhead or two, but none of them hold a candle to her. No one ever will.
I've lost the only thing that ever made me feel alive.
My thoughts drift to the place in my head where only Laurelyn resides, so I don't notice when someone takes the seat next to me. I'm brought out of my trance when I hear her voice. "Waiting on someone?"
I turn to the voice's owner and see an attractive blond with chin-length hair set in loose curls, her bright blue eyes displaying no recognition of who I am. Probably midthirties. Maybe closer to forty and dressed like a professional in a sheath dress and fitted jacket. She's just my usual type. Before Laurelyn.
I shake my head. "No one in particular. Just here to find a little company."
She smiles. "Me too. Maybe we can keep each other company."
Because I'm drunk, I have no reason to think I'm going to put this out there in an appealing manner. I don't know. Maybe I want to fuck it up so she'll blow me off. "I'm not your normal kind of company. I have very specific requirements for the women I date. The first of which is that I won't tell you my real name and I don't want to know yours. Honestly, I really only want to fuck and have a little fun for a few weeks and then I never want to see you again."
I wait for the slap or for her to get up and leave, but neither happens. "My, my. Aren't we a direct one?"
"I say what's on my mind because I don't have time for silly games." Isn't that what I told Laurelyn after she asked me if I was missing my filter?
"Okay."
What? Really? She's saying okay to that shit? "You're up for it?"
"Sure. You're hot and I need a distraction."
"A distraction from what?"
"The man I love." She glances down at her drink as she sloshes it around. "He doesn't feel the same. What's your deal?"
I won't talk about the one I love with another woman, especially not one I'm about to have meaningless sex with. Even I know that's not right.
"No deal. I'm just not into commitment or contact after I'm finished with a woman."
"I respect your honesty." She swallows the last of her girly drink. "You want to go upstairs?"
"That's why I'm here." I throw back my shot and get up from the stool. I'm a little unstable so she reaches out to steady me.
"You okay?"
I work to get myself straight so I don't blow this because it's what I need. It's what I have to do to get her out of my mind. "Yeah. I'm good. We don't have to stop for a room. I've already got one."
We ride the elevator to the third floor. I'm shocked I'm able to find the room because I'm so wasted. She has to take the keycard to open the door because I'm too uncoordinated to slide it in and pull it out. Let's hope that doesn't apply to my cock.
We go into the room together and I play tag with the walls before falling backward onto the bed. I close my eyes for what feels like a second and when I open them again, the nameless blond has stripped down to her knickers and bra and is straddling me.
She reaches behind to unfasten her bra and then takes my hands and puts them on her breasts. They look good, but even drunk, I still know they're fake because they don't feel anything like Laurelyn's.
Damn! I can't even get her out of my head when I have two palms full of tits.
She leans down to kiss me and I turn my head so that her mouth lands on my jaw. She makes no haste in trailing kisses down my neck. I shut my eyes because I don't want to look at her.
She unbuttons my shirt and
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