Feeling Alive

It's a hot and sticky night after a hot and sticky day.
I'm soaking in sweat, the smell making it stay.
The drinks stimulate more perspiration.
Who cares. I'd sweat anyway.

And I don't actually care at all about my state.
Disgust goes along with solitude, doesn't it?
I am alone, in this lonely night
and I wanna enjoy it without any guilt.

So I turn on the music,
put on some techno tunes
and let the bass making me grove
my body is swaying in its moods.

Time to roll a joint. I inhale deep.
And then get back to drink.
Let's make a dead-drunk night of it.
A crazy drunk one. I think.

Aye, let's go wild in this perfect solitude.
Nobody's watching. Noone knows.
Time to dance. And strip off for myself.
Let my mirror be the only witness.

The stripping bitch, aye.
The blouse flies away followed by the skirt.
The stink of my sweat attacks my nostrils.
Wild. Addictive. Sexy?

Then I peel of my panties
shaking my butt - the stripping whore - drench.
Playfully - it's time to play, isn't it?
I sniff them. Sweat, cunt. my juice on it.

Unwashed sex. The unwashed bitch.
I stuff the soiled panty in my mouth
and go wilder dancing.
sniffing and tasting my pussy spout.

I spread my legs, bend my knees,
shake my butt, raise my arms
and suck my fluids.
Humiliating, gross. Sexy? definitely.

Come on people, look at me in disbelief.
I entertain myself for a while
figuring myself in an embarrassing, humiliating scene:
people laughing at me as I make a fool of myself.

dancing like this - naked drunk, sweaty, dirty
as I suck my soiled panties and dance in a lewd way.
This makes my cunt more wet. more desperate.
I feel like I'm dancing in the steam of my drench cunt.

I spit the panties, grab the bottle of iced vodka
and take a long sip. strong and hard.
Aye, dead-drunk night for this lonely bitch.
Let's find relief in debauchery.

Dancing I feel my body.
My wet skin. My wet, wet, hairy cunt.
My shaking butt cheeks.
My ass crack. My... yes my shit hole.
My shitter. Lol.

This feels good at last.
An exhilarating feeling of freedom.
No limits beyond this point.
The heart bits. I'm still alive.