Hiyadoin? It's time for another AfterDark Moment, where authors write an erotic snippet anywhere between 100 - 500 words, provided along with their inspired pic.
Yes, it's Anti-Valentine's Day.
So, for those of you who've had their heart broken before February 14th, remember there is always the 15th of February, and I'm going to provide a comical snippet that'll have you laughing.
“Good morning James,” the unknown woman smiled as she approached the bed.
This was definitely a blur to him. Who was the girl that he came home with? Why was he lying in the bed, half-naked next to a beautiful dark hair woman, wearing a bra and boy-shorts underwear with dog-tags as a necklace? She held a bottle of Jack Daniels in front of her, and James quickly remembered the nasty hangover he was suffering.
He had the worse Valentine’s Day ever. It all began when proposed to his girlfriend, Kyra, on the dance floor, at an up-scale night club, with a bunch of patrons, and she nodded a yes when she quickly hugged him. The crowd cheered and James couldn’t be happier, until he stepped in the bathroom with a shocking discovery. His engagement only lasted for two hours when he walked in the men’s room and overheard his girlfriend having sex in a stall, with some unknown man.
Reasonable rage worked his mind, and a fight ensued between him and the unknown man, but he lost. And make matters worse, his girlfriend threw the ring back at him, telling him she never loved him. His night ended in the worst possible way any man could think of.
The next thing he remembered, he was getting up and washing away his bruised pride at the sink. In his mind, he wanted to lose it. He lost his girlfriend after discovering that she was having sex with a stranger, and now he lost to a fight. He was deeply embarrassed, and the only thing that was best for him to do was to leave the club and get drunk somewhere else. The night was still young, what would a man like James had anything better to do if his heart was broken?
James left the club, and walked a few blocks into a small, hole-in-the-wall bar, and ordered drinks. The next thing, he remembered was sitting next to a woman in a military uniform.
“Who are you?” He rose, scratching his head. “Where am I?”
“I’m Destiny, you’re in my apartment.”
He scanned around, and saw a few things like plants, pictures, and her military uniform hung up against the door hanger. He was confused, but convinced it was her place. He was rather intrigued of her voluptuous figure. The curves were so hot, but he couldn’t recall getting naked with her; not even making out first.
Then he asked the million-dollar question. “Did we… umm, do it?”
“What sleep together?” she replied. “Of course we did, you were really fun in bed.”
“Really?” He raised his eyebrow, but yet couldn’t recall the moment of having sex with her.
“Yeah, but you weren’t a screamer; you were a hell of a snorer.”
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