Raul Felix

A wild drunken night for most women is a mellow Tuesday night for us men.

In the Mexican family, much like the British monarchy, the man is the figurehead in name only. La Doña is the one who is the true shot-caller. La Doña is the alpha female.

As I sat there a c*nt-hair away from the onset of irreversible misogyny, I found my precious little Shy Girl.

I look at the empty chair
My hand would have been on your thigh
I would be kissing you
Teasing you

She was a wild one. She eagerly spun underneath my hand as I twirled her around and around. She would grind up against me and then scurrying away suddenly as if to tease me. Her plump tits bounced and her ass swayed lusciously

Blowhole head…fuck. Dolphins are pretty sexy.

She talks about how she doesn’t normally fuck guys that quickly and you’re a very special exception; you pretend to believe her.

She’s been with small, weak men before and has been disappointed. She wonders what it would be like to be with you, a big dude.

I was not a criminal, in fact, I was a political prisoner taken in by the fascist, Gestapo-esque state we lived in.

Your best friends are the ones who will rip into you and tell you the truth and what you need to hear.

When you hate someone, you look for anything to tear and rip them apart.

All morals and standards were being slain by the alcohol demon. Then she appeared, a pale-skinned woman, with dark hair, and humongous breasts.