Confessions of a serial swinger: Venus de Milo
Sitting by a fire, on a lonely night.
Hanging over from another good time.
With another girl, little dirty girl.
You should listen to this story of a life.
You're my heroin, in this moment I'm
lonely, fufilling my darkest dreams.
All these d**gs, all these women,
I'm never forgiving this broken heart of mine.
-Papa Roach
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"Venus de Milo"
Chp IV
"You did this to me. It only happens when your near. You give me fever," she said. With that she had me. Stephanie was a classic beauty. Blond hair, blue eyed, with the face of a Botticelli. She had a dancers body with a thick ass. Her mind was as formidable as her body, she regularly beat me in chess. She could work a stripper pole or play the cello with equal skill.
I had first noticed the girl with the haunting blue eyes on campus at the University of Cincinnati. Every Tuesday and Thursday at 1:45pm I would pass her going through McMicken Hall. The beautiful girl with the cello and blue eyes. Then she was gone.
For awhile I even started taking different ways to and back from my class to see if I would run into her again. I had been waiting for an opening or a chance to say something clever, but I had waited too long. I didn't see her again on campus for the rest of the quarter. I was working two jobs and taking four classes at U.C., it wasn't long before she faded into my memory. When the Spring quarter ended I decided to take a break from school for the Summer. I had been doing nothing but work and school for the past three months. I needed a distraction, something of the carnal variety. Cincinnati was too conservative for what I was looking for that night.
I took a cab across the river into Covington. I told the driver to drop me off right after we got over the river on Scott Street. I walked alone to get the feeling right. Past the the biker bars and massage parlors, the parking garages and crack whores. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but I know the path well. I end up on Sixth Street in front of Club Venus. I've been here before, fast curves and loose morals. I go inside, it's busy, I get a bottle of beer and find a seat at the stage.
Then there you are on the stage, primal and ethereal, sexual and dangerous. The girl with the haunting blue eyes, my Venus de Milo...
Hanging over from another good time.
With another girl, little dirty girl.
You should listen to this story of a life.
You're my heroin, in this moment I'm
lonely, fufilling my darkest dreams.
All these d**gs, all these women,
I'm never forgiving this broken heart of mine.
-Papa Roach
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"Venus de Milo"
Chp IV
"You did this to me. It only happens when your near. You give me fever," she said. With that she had me. Stephanie was a classic beauty. Blond hair, blue eyed, with the face of a Botticelli. She had a dancers body with a thick ass. Her mind was as formidable as her body, she regularly beat me in chess. She could work a stripper pole or play the cello with equal skill.
I had first noticed the girl with the haunting blue eyes on campus at the University of Cincinnati. Every Tuesday and Thursday at 1:45pm I would pass her going through McMicken Hall. The beautiful girl with the cello and blue eyes. Then she was gone.
For awhile I even started taking different ways to and back from my class to see if I would run into her again. I had been waiting for an opening or a chance to say something clever, but I had waited too long. I didn't see her again on campus for the rest of the quarter. I was working two jobs and taking four classes at U.C., it wasn't long before she faded into my memory. When the Spring quarter ended I decided to take a break from school for the Summer. I had been doing nothing but work and school for the past three months. I needed a distraction, something of the carnal variety. Cincinnati was too conservative for what I was looking for that night.
I took a cab across the river into Covington. I told the driver to drop me off right after we got over the river on Scott Street. I walked alone to get the feeling right. Past the the biker bars and massage parlors, the parking garages and crack whores. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but I know the path well. I end up on Sixth Street in front of Club Venus. I've been here before, fast curves and loose morals. I go inside, it's busy, I get a bottle of beer and find a seat at the stage.
Then there you are on the stage, primal and ethereal, sexual and dangerous. The girl with the haunting blue eyes, my Venus de Milo...
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