Viva La Mexico (848 hits)
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Submitted by Corn Nugget (View user info) at 2004-09-09 00:44:28 EDT
The streets are swirling around me, molesting my senses. The smell of churros and tomatoes mix in my nose- my eyes are accosted by half bared breasts and ruffled skirts, men in linen suits litter the intersections, playing trumpets and guitars, drums, maracas. The noise almost overpowers the heat, the heat belittles the atmosphere.
Ah, the atmosphere of a afternoon siesta.
So overwhelming, even while sober. Sobriety must not last long- I fear it will overtake me. I push my way through the crowd, avoiding sharp dancing elbows, dodging stray dogs, stepping over drunken men, all in the search for a cafe.
I favor tequila. Reposodo tequila, to be more specific. I prefer Herencia de Plata Tequila Reposado, to be exact. This is not only a simple pleasure, it is a nesecity. I will tell you more about that later- or, as much as I am able to tell.
I nudge into a corner bar. There are a few tourists milling about on the patio, but all of the locals prefer to sit inside, out of the noise and sun. It's quiet and dark, the dust mingles with the smoke, drying your eyes, forcing your tongue to dart about your lips, keeping them moist. The music is coming from some small speakers that are nestled by the register. As the music was playing, it sunk into the wallpaper and curtains, it was barely noticeable.
The barmaid brings me my three shots of tequila. They have exactly what I want. What I need.
Very good.
As if it were fine wine, I swirl my drink and take a sniff. Very good. I'm pleased with the color, it's perfect. The tequila is perfect. I want to shoot the drink back, feel it gush down my throat- warming my belly.
I must control myself. One small sip. Not even a sip, really... I simply whet my lips with the golden liquor. It's sweet, it's full bodied, it's very good. The first glass is in my hand, and I keep an eye on the two full glasses sitting on the table. I imagine this is how a crack fiend regards their drug; Comforted and excited just to be near it.
A glance at my watch is followed by a glance about the room. I know she is there. My tequila is here, and soon I will find her.
It takes me five minutes (exactly) to finish the first shot. Careful sips and much willpower, thank you. Just as I'm licking my lips, ensuring no drop goes to waste, I see her. The little light that creeps in through the blinds is absorbed into her hair. The energy of the bar is lit upon her eyes. Her dress caresses her body, as if thanking her for having such beautiful breasts and hips.
I beckon her to come to me, and of course, she does. Being American (light of skin and hair) does have an advantage here in Mexico; people expect you to be rude.
"Hola..." she purrs, eyes downcast.
"Hi, have a seat." I kick the chair out with my right foot, it slides towards her. "Do you speak English?"
She isn't the type of woman to giggle. She is the type to moan. Well, she will be, later...
"Si, a little..."
Let me pause here to explain one thing to you. Contrary to popular belief, there is no such thing as a "soul". A person does not consist of two things, body and soul. It's all body. The thing that you belive is YOU, your personality, your being, your SOUL... that's just electricity jittering about in your brain.
There is something about the electricity in my brain that is different than the electricity in your brain. My electrical impulses are not self-contained. They leave my head when I drink this particular tequila. They leave my head, and when I intend, they jolt into anothers head.
This intrusion leaves the other person exposed and catatonic.
To resume... I let my electricity penetrate deep into her eyes. I cherish the instant when I know I've done it. The expression on their faces slacken, their skin dries (it even seems as if the texture changes... like a matte photograph), and the very essence of life leaves their eyes.
They sit and stare at me, unresponsive.
Catatonic.
She did all of these things, as per the norm. Nothing out of the ordinary with her reception of my energy. This proves to be a stressful time for me, to be partially outside of myself.
Or, not really "myself"... right now I am John. I picked John up in California last week.
The next part is a bit more tricky. I can't explain the details... I can only explain how it feels. I "will" John to enter into his own catatonic state.
To equate it to something you've probably felt- it's like going piss. You stand in front of the toliet (or sit, depending), and you just... GO. It's the same.
I just GO. My electricity (which is me) leaves John and enters...
ah, of course... Her name- My Name... Maria.
How Predictable.
From Marias eyes I look at John. Unremarkable. All Americans look the same.
I am anxious to experience Mexico.
Mexican men, to be more specific. The man at the end of the bar, to be exact. I unbutton the top two buttons of my newly aquired blouse, let down my long dark hair, and descretely slip my panties off- leaving them on the floor for the nightcrew to discover.
That alone turns me on. I'm glad to be rid of that dispassionate American body.
Viva la Mexico...
User Reviews
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2004-11-14 03:59:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i love cornguget...I'm so ghey
Submitted by strider (user info) at 2004-09-17 16:17:52 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2004-09-17 15:26:40 EDT (#)
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Wow.
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-09-10 00:21:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
too tired for comment
Submitted by Spookster (user info) at 2004-09-09 18:35:04 EDT (#)
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Good shit - at first I thought this was true but well written fiction it turned out to be.
Fuck, I sound like yoda.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-09 18:15:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by cigar (user info) at 2004-09-09 11:28:49 (#)
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Contrary to popular belief, there is no such thing as a "soul". A person does not consist of two things, body and soul. It's all body. The thing that you belive is YOU, your personality, your being, your SOUL... that's just electricity jittering about in your brain
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Bullshit.
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No shit??? Did you really think this was a TRUE STORY?
(it's not)
Submitted by cigar (user info) at 2004-09-09 11:28:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Contrary to popular belief, there is no such thing as a "soul". A person does not consist of two things, body and soul. It's all body. The thing that you belive is YOU, your personality, your being, your SOUL... that's just electricity jittering about in your brain
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Bullshit.
Submitted by vodka7tall (user info) at 2004-09-09 11:18:40 EDT (#)
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Kinda reminds me of that movie, I think "Fallen" was the name or something, where this spirit or soul or whatever the hell you wanna call it passes from person to person. But I think he had to actually touch the person to pass on to them or something. Who knows, it was like 5 years ago I saw it.
Very cool story.
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2004-09-09 08:50:57 EDT (#)
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brilliant
Submitted by Totally_useless (user info) at 2004-09-09 08:48:19 EDT (#)
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That was hot.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-09-09 08:33:41 EDT (#)
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...and not one mention of Montezuma's Revenge.
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2004-09-09 08:20:52 EDT (#)
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¡Que bueno! Yo soy el hijo de imigrantes Greigos.
Submitted by I_Have_a_Kristen_Fetish (user info) at 2004-09-09 07:24:27 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-09 07:13:50 EDT (#)
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Submitted by tinactin (user info) at 2004-09-09 02:09:07 (#)
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Tijuana: both the best and worst city on earth.
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Isn't it though? My friend and I got sloppy drunk (by noon) in TJ, his idea, "Lets get a room and sleep off the liquor before trying to drive home".
I said, "Okay, good idea". (hey, I was drunk... it SEEMED like a fine idea)
The first place we stopped was more than willing to rent to us... "75 dollars, American, per hour".
Needless to say, we drove home.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-09-09 03:55:40 EDT (#)
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Even though you spelt colour wrong.
;-)
Submitted by Wiggles (user info) at 2004-09-09 03:23:27 EDT (#)
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I have a +2 for you here in my pocket, but you will have to reach around for it for a while.
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2004-09-09 03:07:30 EDT (#)
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"Can we get rid of all the Mexicans?"
"No, Mr. Garrison. We can not get rid of al the Mexicans."
".... Rats!"
Submitted by tinactin (user info) at 2004-09-09 02:09:07 EDT (#)
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Tijuana: both the best and worst city on earth.
Submitted by sublime (user info) at 2004-09-09 02:04:14 EDT (#)
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Think of me and what lovely little nugget babies we would have!
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-09 01:07:52 EDT (#)
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I'm going to bed now... ciao dorks!
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-09 01:06:44 EDT (#)
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Whipped cream and tequila DO NOT MIX.
Now, if you have a "worm"... that would be another story.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-09 01:05:05 EDT (#)
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yes, it would be 11 but i would have to run to the fridge to get the whipped cream
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-09 01:04:37 EDT (#)
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I REALLY like tequila.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-09 01:03:27 EDT (#)
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haha 12 minutes!?
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-09 01:02:32 EDT (#)
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you'll be doing bodyshots off me in 12 minutes.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-09 01:00:49 EDT (#)
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I'm trying to go to sleep!! I had to wake up to write this post (god damn creative urges).
Munkey, I hope you know, the only time I do lesbian things is if I'm drunk... just ask around.
Yes, I am saying that you'll have to liquor me up and take advantage.
I prefer Tequila.
Submitted by sublime (user info) at 2004-09-09 00:55:17 EDT (#)
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I like licking hairy mexican ass.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-09 00:53:46 EDT (#)
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i'm coming, i'm going then i am coming twice.
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-09-09 00:50:47 EDT (#)
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Come here, you little raven!
-- Homer Simpson
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-09 00:45:18 EDT (#)
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before i read this, i want a lesbian orgy with you, ASAP