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It was a Moment

I had a romantic night.


(more than once. technically.)

Can you believe it?

Well... I've had more than one. But recently. And since forever ago. Or a few years ago. Irregardless, let me continue.

This ninja had come picked me up on his homemade moped, took me out to dinner to an Italian place (WHERE HE HAD CONNECTIONS). It was delicious. Afterwards, I rode behind him as he drove through the city, where we stopped at different spots where people kiss. Then he took me to this abandoned place in the woods. We kissed. It was terrific.

We headed back to mines. We got close. Real close.

That is to say that....

we made love like a mahfucka. Cinema love, wearin a safety glove. So much tenderness. So much passion.

And I'll never ever see this romantic (technically married) ninja ever again. It was a moment.

I haven't had once since.

But I've got high hopes.

High hopes that getting the stare-down by an exposed vagrant becomes my highest standard for moments.


  1. You aint neva been with no "ninja." Stop lyin. Or is it a curiosity driving your creative writing...?

  2. I haven't had a dose of chocolate yet. But a ninja is anybody who is stealthy with the pussy then disappears.


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