Devil Girl Diaries – 13 (Taxi Ride)

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Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Dinner and drinks were over
Perhaps I had one too many
Okay three or four too many
Allie led me out the restaurant
In her high heels and tiny skirt
She hailed a cab
I found comfort against a lamppost
The cab screeched to a halt
Allie pushed me inside
Bumped my head as I entered
Once seated the cab sped off
City Lights flashed like a kaleidoscope from hell
I leaned my head back
Relishing the peaceful night with no antics
Her hands caressed my thigh
I loved these rare moments
She tugged at my pants
“baby, you doing what” I asked
She freed willy
I uttered more drunken words
“you no can do that inside cab here”
It was a suggestion
Not a dare
She did it anyway
I watched the back of her pretty head
My mouth opened to speak
SIGH
cabbie adjusted his rearview mirror
oh, hell the what
my head fell back in ecstasy
I felt heaven
As I raced through hell
I love you Girl Devil

Until next week

The Executioner’s Diary

The following is the opening of my protagonist’s first entry in his diary.

 

Looking back at my life, it is obvious that destiny chose me, this only child of Cuban refugees, to be its guardian of justice. For every twist and turn in my life and my father’s life before me, prepared me for the role I was born to play. Chosen to be a tool of destiny, fate sculpted me through misfortune and injustice, to be its great equalizer; its merciless hammer of justice.

As hard as my father tried to guide me, he created the thing he detested most, a puppet on a string. Who could have guessed the United States government would pull the cords? If there truly is a day of judgment, I hope, my father and the good Lord analyze the rationale behind my actions. Destiny led me down this God-forsaken path. Fate made me what I am. 

If they understand that, then and only then, will I be forgiven for all my sins.

 

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Devil Girl Diaries

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Devil Girl Diaries

Every man has that one unforgettable female that will haunt him until the end of time; the chick that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. My muse had a nickname. Devil Girl I called her. My name is Andrew. This is our story.

Determined to explore the depths of sexuality

Devil Girl took me to heights I had never known

our exploits began on a sunny day at a mall

returning from the ladies room

she jammed her wet red thong in my hand

the act left me trembling like a frightened deer

her short skirt threatened to expose

the sweet treasure I refused to share

the image of her bare ass caught my breath

teasing, taunting, and provoking me

she strutted away in high heels

intoxicated by her swaying skirt   

my heart pounded against my ribs

devoid of saliva thirst overwhelmed me

Devil girl slinked into the food court

sat across a ravenous construction crew

before I could beg my nymph to stop

her beautiful pale legs parted slightly

exposing the paradise that was only mine

my life would never be the same

More Devil Girl Diaries next Saturday