Sometimes I must suffer for my art, so in my never ending quest for fresher tighter pussy I ended up at one of DC’s many SWPL infested bars. The place was full of the typical manjawed, soul-sucking succubi that lesbo-feminism has foisted on us. The men were the usual collection of boring corporate beta and skinny, dorky hipsters. At least I would have little competition for the two worthwhile chicks that I could spot. I was just about to run the Apocalypse Opener on a the hotter of them when I spotted a more worthwhile target.
She radiated femininity she was probably the only female here that had more estrogen than the beta dorks who surrounded her like lost puppies. Our eyes met and I held her look. She soon gave in to my alpha gaze, casting her eyes down. I slowly made my way over casually glancing around at the other chicks.
She was even hotter than I expected. Her hair was golden blonde. Her body was young and firm. Her butt was perfect. Her thick full lips wore a gossamer smile. She did not have the hard and desperate look of the surrounding herd. She had an aura of innocence. An innocence that I would relish taking. She was probably foreign.
“Polish?” I asked without preamble. “How did you guess?” she replied, obviously impressed with my alpha stance and unapologetic introduction. “Oh, That’s not important” I answered mysteriously. I could see she was interested. Like champagne, her eyes sparkled with intoxicating promise. She soon forgot the herbs she was with. I separated her from the group and ran The Cube on her. She was leaning in, touching me, and showing strong signs of interest. I went for a kiss. Her lips were soft and sweet. After a moment, I pushed her away. “Slow down” I told her. I farted, and without a word, left for the bathroom.
When I returned I grabbed her hand and told her “I am hungry. Let’s go.” That night it was not polish sausage that she feasted on. However, she was well fed. When we finished our sweaty union I got up to leave. “Will I see you again?” she asked. “Probably.” I told her. She was sweet and innocent, so I probably would call her again but for now I was done.
After that sweet love making I needed some jackhammer pounding. I figured I had just enough time to make it back to the bar to run The Apocalypse Opener on that first chick.