A Taste Of Oblivion : The Short Comings Chronicles VOL1

STUPID PEOPLE : PT1

Sleep evades me, loneliness is an everlasting feeling but as of tonight my dear friend doesn't visit me as I lay in the arms of an unnamed stranger, a man's face I have yet to see. If these sheets could talk they'd have quite the repertoire to gossip about because even I can't seem to wrap my head around what just happened. My mind goes back and forth imitating the tides as they push and pull urging me to remember what happened last night, I sigh as my memories come in full throttle reminding me of what I did, what he did, what we did as I find my bed empty with a lingering smell, a smell so unfamiliar that it brought back familiar memories of a night I wished I could replay and redo differently.

I remember his gaze, looking at me with hunger filled eyes and lust a coat covering his naked eyes as he slowly approached me with steady confident strides. I didn't know if it was the heat of the room or the liquor I had vastly consumed that I was in between a line of soberness and drunk at the same time but I was feeling hot, sweat a layer coating my forehead as I registered him near me. His cologne invaded my nostrils as his wooden musk mixed so well with the smell of cigarettes and cheap beer. I didn't know if it was the nicotine in the air or his close proximity but I was losing sanity, he closed the already small distance between us as he draped his hand around my waist, a ghost of a hand I still felt even after all that had happened.

I groan clearly disoriented from yesterday's events and get up but a soreness arises from my bottom half urging more memories to surface,

I see his face, his white face with rosey cheeks and his lips as they kiss the side of my neck and before I could even breathe I moan clearly affected by him, my eyes in what was unmistakable as lust and his doused in hunger, my pants growing uncomfortable due to my growing desire and his too as it poked my thigh making the already hot room scorching. He leads, I follow shamelessly as he brings me to a secluded area,

"My place or yours?"

And any restraints I had were thrown out of the window as his lips viciously attacked mine and I left with him as we Uber to my place, my hands in his hair, his chest, his pants wondering where it was forbidden territory till we were inside and underwear an item too much, I take my time as I look at him in his full glory making sure to engrave this picture in my head for later.

His voice is commanding and I'm submissive to his dominant ways as he bends my back beyond reflex and I sigh in content urging him to continue, urging him to feel me up, urging him to go deeper and deeper and deeper and -

Fuck

I had sex with Dakota Peters.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

I say in my head as I pace up and down the room ever so lightly as the soreness in my behind is proof enough that I didn't have a wet dream or in this case a wild, WILD imagination, but how? How did this happen, why did this happen, why did I let this happen and most of all why did HE do this to me. As far as I know he was as straight as a pole and last time I checked straight guys don't go around having sex with other guys, especially gay guys,

"or maybe they do in secret or after nine, after dark or maybe this is another just college experiment, testing the waters"

My mind said in a weak attempt to calm my raging heart but even if so why me, I sigh slowly going to the bathroom to wash away the awful stench of sex, a reminder that indeed this wasn't a dream but a reality I had to face,

"Gosh I look terrible,"

I say looking at the vanity mirror with glowing lights, very gay, I say as I take out my make up wipes and wipe of the very minimalistic make up I had. I then turned on the bath in the mean time as so to collect my thoughts which were going haywire, I try not to freak out as I think of what to do next,

"Pshh so what, I had sex with Dakota, I was drunk, he was drunk it was clearly a mistake, one I don't want to repeat again and plus I'm sure he's forgotten about it,"

My heart nearly stops as I hear a loud thud in my room,

"What did you just say?" I facepalm myself as I mentally prepare myself and all I have to say is oh man shit just got real.