Dirty Sexy Me

It was a Wednesday in September
I was freshly 19 – horny, lonely, hungry
It started with a birthday party
I didn’t know the birthday girl, but it didn’t matter
Shot chased by shot
Drunk
From the party to the bar
It was crammed with drunks
No one I knew, but it didn’t matter
Drunk – so I found a man – a man I didn’t know but a man I knew I could fuck
Dirty drunky paws all over him
Preying on the game
He bit – took the bait
Took me to his place – in his car
Drunk and driving = dirtiness
The kind of dirtiness that is caked on like you slept in it
We smoked a bong, drank some more, fucked
No recollection – likely a good thing
I was glad when it was over – he dropped me off at home
I went downstairs to my room
My room – my safe haven
It was locked – I must’ve lost the keys amidst the debauchery
Collapsed on the couch – slept – woke up – called my landlord
I got let in
The kind of dirtiness that is caked on like you slept in it

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