Saturday, August 24, 2024

February 23 1983 - Paris - Journal

Another night of sex with Mary Cheape, an Irish waitress at the studio Mexican restaurant. Having the night off from my new doorman job at the Bains-Douches, I had gone to the restaurant at midnight. I waited for her to finish her shift, getting a few drinks from Tony Bowers, a Lower Alabama guitarist. Mary had a glass of wine, then we walked over to the rousette's apartment on Rue du Temple. "My clothes smell of food I hate it. I hate working in restaurants." "All I smell is Paris." Traffic this late at night was non-existant in the Marais. I pulled up her hair from the nape of her neck. I smelled only flesh. "And I smell you." Inside her apartment she strips, embarrassed not by being naked but by the soiled underwear on the floor. "I always feel so dirty. My skin smells of food." I lean over and sniff at her skin cupping her breast. The only light comes from the street lamps below. I can't figure out whether she's attractive. My first impression that she's beautiful, but she's always changing different angles different lights her mood the Shadows your long red hair Crossing her face with green eyes underneath that Veil. An hibernian chameleon shape-shifting like a witch. I've always liked women who never look the same, a set piece for desire. She does my zipper and pull down my jeans. I strip naked as well and we f*** on her bed. We f*** each other senseless i enter her she takes me in a flesh pounding together pelvis bones. Pushing our bodies to the limit. She orgasms twice and I finally feel the urge to come . "Don't come in me." She doesn't use birth control and doesn't like condoms. She said, "I like to feel of bare cock in me." I trust hard and withdraw unable to restrain the urge to finish. my my sperm splatters over her belly like melted pearls. Her long red pubic hair wet with her own juices. I don't mind coitus interruptus with her. Coming on her breasts her ass her face. She likes it too. A wicked Irish girl. Lying a Topper i can feel i can f*** her again in a few minutes , but if I do i'll probably be unable to use my cock for a week. Mary draws me close to her and turns on her side i feeling very small of her back. Her her ass grinds into my pelvis . There's no mistaking what she wants. Until I met her i hadn't had any sex since i left Hamburg and I think of the time before with Stephanie. Thinking later that that was the last sex I'll ever have. I was wrong and I enter Mary Funny many of us have experienced sexual hibernation during the last months; julie condition call , philippe and Rafael to stones and heroin to f***. So many others high on heroin in Paris. I had no one and no one had me . Then last week married France took me home she's a beautiful Marilyn Monroe transsexual. She hit her penis skillfully and we had sex three times in the night. I hope to get her another time but she never even looks my way. So I just exercised this lighter hand until I met Mary . Rough times but now I seem to have found my libido . Tomorrow go to Notre Dame and light it to Frank candle , after it's praying to Sweet Mary please marry please don't send my cock away "

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