"Hey Adam, let's ditch the dance floor and go back to my place. It's just around the corner"
Adam gulped a biggy gulp. "Oh no," he thought "it's that time again".
"Ugh, okay I guess". The brunette yanked Adam quicker than someone who has mistakenly placed their hand on a boiling kettle, and off she whisked him to her room.
The brunette opens the pale blue door as a waft of the romantic sea-breeze dances inside. A king size bed sits squarely in the middle of the room facing a cheap tv. The bed is neat beyond, fastidiously done with chocolates lining the pillows.
"Come here Adam. Come on, I won't bite. Not yet at least."
"Fuck, how am I going to tell her that I'm a poet. Fuck Adam improvise."
Adam hesitatingly walks towards his nighttime companion who stands directly in front of the bed. As soon as he reaches her, she grabs him by the waist and starts kissing him.
"Maybe enjoy yourself for once. Just lean into it"
He begins to kiss back. The brunette becomes more excited. She then pushes him onto the bed.
"Now I want to see that dick of yours, handsome"
"Fuck, this is escalating. Should I maybe tell her the etymology of the word dick, or the philosophy behind sex. No no she won't like that. Let me try play along."
" You want this dick, huh?"
The brunette nods eagerly and silently.
"You have to ask daddy real nicely" Adamo rejoins.
"Please daddy, please show me"
They lie down together. Daddy complies.
From the other room a massive banging and clapping sound can be heard. "Yes David, yes David just like that."
"Let's see if we can beat them" Adamo whispers into her supple ears.
They melt into each other's arms. And Adam forever changed that fateful night. Adamo, O, Adamo!
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The Fantastical Adventures of Adamo and David
AdventureHow did Adamo, a brazen tourist and Yale senior, with less wits than the vanishing numbers in his bank account, find himself spread butt-naked on the rocky floor of a half-decent sushi restaurant, his mind spinning faster than a self-conscious white...
