I stood at the corner of the bar watching the room listening to the conversation and enjoy my drink it was a whiskey sour and it sure tastes good but not as good as beautiful woman I had last night remembering the taste of her hearing her moan watching her her eyes explode with ecstasy as she reached the full potential of her orgasm my thoughts were interrupted by the bartender would you like another she asked me I looked down at my glass and realize my drink was gone it’s amazing how you can get caught up in memories
Yeah let’s make it one more before I call it a night I told the bartender bartender constructed my drink with the efficiency of a skilled surgeon. Someone who had been doing this for years she handed me my drink and caressed my fingers as she handed me the glass I turned around to face the room and the crowd of people and the conversation once again looking for the next sign searching for the next connection the next look the next smile I scan the room with my eyes to see what I could see or who I could see like a king overlooking his kingdom I noticed her sitting in the back corner at a table by herself an average-looking woman probably in her mid-twenties she was reading a book this surprised me most people come to this bar to pick up someone up or be picked up but this woman is reading a book intensely reading a book I watched her for a little while wondering what she was doing here. this is not a place for somebody that wants to be alone this is a place for somebody that wants to party wants to hook up