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Shuffle and Splooge - Playlist #14

Well, to all the bitch ass hos that hate me the most, oh yeah I hate you too. Tonight's my birthday, champagne and cocaine help to get me through.
Sophie Saint Thomas
Κείμενο Sophie Saint Thomas
10 Αύγουστος 2012, 5:16pm

_In this second to last installment of Shuffle and Splooge, Sophie Saint Thomas takes many lovers, and embraces the walk of shame. _

"Vanished" by Crystal Castles

You were only meant to be an experiment. I was new to the city and hungry for life, and you were a cruel veteran. But you spread across my skin like a fungus until my true color vanished. It's Tuesday, or rather Wednesday at this hour. You scrape me off the cracked black leather bar chair and put me in a cab. Your arm holds me up with a touch more like a prison guard's than a lover's. I should ask to be dropped off at my own apartment but the smell of your swear just lures me in.

The sight of my ass turns you on as I curl on your bed like a drooping orchid. I don't want sex but you give it, then I drift off to a place closer to death than sleep.

"Whatever Comes Our Way" by The Deadly Syndrome

I was so drunk on our first date. I was already dating a man (and a woman for that matter) and just wanted more -- more penetration and more distraction. Our relationship was a magic trick; it appeared out of thin air.

I'll never forget those five words he said to me that first night.

"I want to experience you."

He then kissed me, hungrily, sloppily.

It was storming outside. My phone was dead, prior obligations swirling down the city sewer with the rain. I wiggled off my underwear and opened my legs, allowing him inside. It was slightly awkward at first; it took us a few times to find our rhythm, but we found it.

His mouth has the most distinct taste. Years later I still notice it. I've never paid attention to the flavor of a lover's mouth before; they've just been tongues and lips before him. His kink is coming inside me. The pulsing of my own orgasm will trigger his, then his warmth floods me, spilling out and trickling down my legs. Something so biological has become such a source of comfort, as if as long as we can taste and absorb each other we can handle whatever else comes our way.

"Doses and Mimosas" by Cherub

I didn't realize that the club balcony had a glass window when I got down on my knees and pulled out his cock. I was blown out of my mind. It was only later when the gaggle of blondes shot daggers of disgust my way, lining my walk to the bar with whispers, that I realized everyone had seen. "She's always been a whore," one slurred  as I stood at the bar, waiting for my drink to wash the taste of come out of my mouth. Well, to all the bitch ass hos that hate me the most, oh yeah I hate you too. Tonight's my birthday, champagne and cocaine help to get me through.

Previously: Shuffle and Splooge - Playlist #13

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