Post by Megan Sanderson on Sept 22, 2012 23:35:39 GMT -6
"I didn't expect to end my night in some place called The Pyramid Club yet here I am, sitting next to the most adorable little girl.
I just want to take a bite out of her. "
Megan Sanderson: I've seen you before. I kind of remember you.
Kris Titan: Do you?
Megan Sanderson: Trust me. I would never forget you.
Kris Titan: I was around a while back.
"The music is loud and the women in this place keep on sending us free drinks. That's what happens when your a bombshell like me chatting up one of the cutest girls I've ever seen. I would like to find a more intimate setting to get to know her better but I guess this will do for now."
Megan Sanderson: Why didn't you stay?
Kris Titan: I wasn't ready to stay.
Megan Sanderson: Where did you go?
Kris Titan: Somewhere else.
Megan Sanderson: ... Fair enough.
"She's a bit cryptic. I don't know if by choice or by nature. Her vague responses only make her more intriguing to me. She looks at Sense who has been sitting next to us the whole time. Sometimes he's so quiet I forget he's there. She smiles at him and Lex looks at her the way he does when he's really interested. Suddenly he gets that look on his face. That look he gets when it's time to leave and he does exactly that. Without saying a word. Kris stares at him and continues to until he exits the club."
Megan Sanderson: Don't mind him. he does that... A lot.
Kris Titan: So,.. you and Sense an item?
Megan Sanderson: We're definitely involved. It's hard to describe our relationship though. Why?
Kris Titan: Just wondering.
Megan Sanderson: What about you? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?
Kris Titan: Girlfriend... Sort of. I'm not sure... Wanna dance?
"She makes me smile. I remember when I was that age. She's curious and while most would say curiosity killed the cat, I would say it only made the pussy purr."
Megan Sanderson: Sure.
"She hops to her feet and pulls me to the dance floor. We're the same height but she seems so much more... Compact. She tries to lead but the uneasy feeling of insecurity is there so I take control and move her body the way I want it move, making sure she gets as wet as I do."
Megan Sanderson: Want to get to know me better?
Kris Titan: I thought that's what we were doing?
Megan Sanderson: There's so much more to do before we truly know one another but don't worry. We have time.
"We sweat together as we move around the dance floor. I feel like it's just me and her in this place, f*ck everyone else. Our hands run up and down each other's bodies and the inappropriate grinding and touching feels so good. For a second, I forget about Sense just up and leaving without a kiss good bye. I forget about Brad and how lonely he made me feel. I forget about all the things I've done in my past. I even forget about Nina but that second ends too damn quick.
And I remember why I'm here in New York."
Megan Sanderson: Nina, I feel like you and I have been intimate with each other. I guess in a weird way we have. For nearly half a year, we've been at each other's throats, scratching and clawing in hopes of scraping away the dead skin of the past. I brought this on myself, that's true. But so did you, sweetheart. The day you decided to join Brad's side as his delicious arm candy you became an open target. You basically painted that bull's eye on your own back. You went from being a pathetic, worn out single mother raising a child without a father to the mom of motherless kids. Almost overnight you became the wife to an immature asshole and took the life that was once mine.
Sometimes I miss that life.
I wont lie. For a while, I loved Brad and I loved my kids. Somewhere down the line I grew disconnected to all of it. The rich life Brad gave me offered me no obstacle when I wanted to get my hands on something, or someone. It was easy to pawn off my kids to some illegal immigrant working for pennies as our nanny. We went from having nothing to having everything and I grew complacent with that life. I became a drunk, strung out on prescribed medication. The stereotypical Stepford Wife in a cloned San Diego suburban setting. I was lost and yes, I cheated on Brad but you know what, honey, so did he.
And that's something you seem to forget to mention everytime you call me a whore.
Brad was probably worse than me. He enjoyed the company of other woman and loved seeing me with other men. Sometimes he's the one that pushed it but I guess now that he's met his wholesome little blonde tart, he's a changed man. Please, baby, you can't be that gullible. Men like him, they don't change. they marry woman like you to hide their true natures. Naive little skanks that try their darn bestest to take care of their children while he goes to a Motel 6 to get blown out by your sister. It's just the way he is and men like that...
They don't change.
Just like stupid little tight asses like you always get what's coming to them. You've always been that perfect little bitch, haven't you? That G*DD*MN know-it-all everybody talked about when your back was turned. You were always the prom queen, looking for the next pet project to keep you occupied. It's in your nature to be this stuck up, prissy, little c*nt with too much damn time on her hands. A preachy little bitch that thinks she knows what is best for those around her. That act is old and you are growing stale everytime I see you. I don't care what you say about me or anything you say period. I know who I am.
Do you?
I'm starting to think you don't. That you are just as lost as I am only you hide it behind the guise of the perfect little Canadian belle marrying into the perfect American Dream. Too bad you fail to see that the family you married into has more issues then you'll have sex partners. By the way, having sex is not a crime. It's a privilege that I take full advantage of and I'm tired of everyone throwing it in my face like their sh*t don't stink. I'm public about it because I don't give a f*ck. Just like I wont give a f*ck when I rape dat ass on Sunday.
I'm coming to end this because I'm sick of seeing you.
I'm sick of hearing you.
I'm sick of smelling you.
But worst of all, I'm sick of you thinking you're better than me just because the number of sex partners you've had is the highest number that dumb little blonde brain of yours can count to.
"I can't begin to tell you how warm I am inside. Just a few hours ago, I was turning down a pretty woman in the shower who was looking for a good time because I'm not like that anymore. Now I'm here, with Kris and all I can think about is how good she must taste. We keep moving to the music until the song ends and that's when I bring her into me and kiss her right on those perfect little lips. Something inside me explodes and I think she feels it too because she kisses me in a way I haven't felt in quite sometime.
With reinvigorating passion.
Now, I feel like I can take on the world.
Luckily, I only have to beat one Nina Watts."
I just want to take a bite out of her. "
Megan Sanderson: I've seen you before. I kind of remember you.
Kris Titan: Do you?
Megan Sanderson: Trust me. I would never forget you.
Kris Titan: I was around a while back.
"The music is loud and the women in this place keep on sending us free drinks. That's what happens when your a bombshell like me chatting up one of the cutest girls I've ever seen. I would like to find a more intimate setting to get to know her better but I guess this will do for now."
Megan Sanderson: Why didn't you stay?
Kris Titan: I wasn't ready to stay.
Megan Sanderson: Where did you go?
Kris Titan: Somewhere else.
Megan Sanderson: ... Fair enough.
"She's a bit cryptic. I don't know if by choice or by nature. Her vague responses only make her more intriguing to me. She looks at Sense who has been sitting next to us the whole time. Sometimes he's so quiet I forget he's there. She smiles at him and Lex looks at her the way he does when he's really interested. Suddenly he gets that look on his face. That look he gets when it's time to leave and he does exactly that. Without saying a word. Kris stares at him and continues to until he exits the club."
Megan Sanderson: Don't mind him. he does that... A lot.
Kris Titan: So,.. you and Sense an item?
Megan Sanderson: We're definitely involved. It's hard to describe our relationship though. Why?
Kris Titan: Just wondering.
Megan Sanderson: What about you? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?
Kris Titan: Girlfriend... Sort of. I'm not sure... Wanna dance?
"She makes me smile. I remember when I was that age. She's curious and while most would say curiosity killed the cat, I would say it only made the pussy purr."
Megan Sanderson: Sure.
"She hops to her feet and pulls me to the dance floor. We're the same height but she seems so much more... Compact. She tries to lead but the uneasy feeling of insecurity is there so I take control and move her body the way I want it move, making sure she gets as wet as I do."
Megan Sanderson: Want to get to know me better?
Kris Titan: I thought that's what we were doing?
Megan Sanderson: There's so much more to do before we truly know one another but don't worry. We have time.
"We sweat together as we move around the dance floor. I feel like it's just me and her in this place, f*ck everyone else. Our hands run up and down each other's bodies and the inappropriate grinding and touching feels so good. For a second, I forget about Sense just up and leaving without a kiss good bye. I forget about Brad and how lonely he made me feel. I forget about all the things I've done in my past. I even forget about Nina but that second ends too damn quick.
And I remember why I'm here in New York."
Megan Sanderson: Nina, I feel like you and I have been intimate with each other. I guess in a weird way we have. For nearly half a year, we've been at each other's throats, scratching and clawing in hopes of scraping away the dead skin of the past. I brought this on myself, that's true. But so did you, sweetheart. The day you decided to join Brad's side as his delicious arm candy you became an open target. You basically painted that bull's eye on your own back. You went from being a pathetic, worn out single mother raising a child without a father to the mom of motherless kids. Almost overnight you became the wife to an immature asshole and took the life that was once mine.
Sometimes I miss that life.
I wont lie. For a while, I loved Brad and I loved my kids. Somewhere down the line I grew disconnected to all of it. The rich life Brad gave me offered me no obstacle when I wanted to get my hands on something, or someone. It was easy to pawn off my kids to some illegal immigrant working for pennies as our nanny. We went from having nothing to having everything and I grew complacent with that life. I became a drunk, strung out on prescribed medication. The stereotypical Stepford Wife in a cloned San Diego suburban setting. I was lost and yes, I cheated on Brad but you know what, honey, so did he.
And that's something you seem to forget to mention everytime you call me a whore.
Brad was probably worse than me. He enjoyed the company of other woman and loved seeing me with other men. Sometimes he's the one that pushed it but I guess now that he's met his wholesome little blonde tart, he's a changed man. Please, baby, you can't be that gullible. Men like him, they don't change. they marry woman like you to hide their true natures. Naive little skanks that try their darn bestest to take care of their children while he goes to a Motel 6 to get blown out by your sister. It's just the way he is and men like that...
They don't change.
Just like stupid little tight asses like you always get what's coming to them. You've always been that perfect little bitch, haven't you? That G*DD*MN know-it-all everybody talked about when your back was turned. You were always the prom queen, looking for the next pet project to keep you occupied. It's in your nature to be this stuck up, prissy, little c*nt with too much damn time on her hands. A preachy little bitch that thinks she knows what is best for those around her. That act is old and you are growing stale everytime I see you. I don't care what you say about me or anything you say period. I know who I am.
Do you?
I'm starting to think you don't. That you are just as lost as I am only you hide it behind the guise of the perfect little Canadian belle marrying into the perfect American Dream. Too bad you fail to see that the family you married into has more issues then you'll have sex partners. By the way, having sex is not a crime. It's a privilege that I take full advantage of and I'm tired of everyone throwing it in my face like their sh*t don't stink. I'm public about it because I don't give a f*ck. Just like I wont give a f*ck when I rape dat ass on Sunday.
I'm coming to end this because I'm sick of seeing you.
I'm sick of hearing you.
I'm sick of smelling you.
But worst of all, I'm sick of you thinking you're better than me just because the number of sex partners you've had is the highest number that dumb little blonde brain of yours can count to.
"I can't begin to tell you how warm I am inside. Just a few hours ago, I was turning down a pretty woman in the shower who was looking for a good time because I'm not like that anymore. Now I'm here, with Kris and all I can think about is how good she must taste. We keep moving to the music until the song ends and that's when I bring her into me and kiss her right on those perfect little lips. Something inside me explodes and I think she feels it too because she kisses me in a way I haven't felt in quite sometime.
With reinvigorating passion.
Now, I feel like I can take on the world.
Luckily, I only have to beat one Nina Watts."
