Friday, January 6, 2012

Wild Thing

Darcy takes me out on the best dates. I always have that little hitch in my stomach when she surprises me with someplace new or some talent I've never seen before or she just introduces me to new people and there's always something new about it. She'd probably say I'm biased because I have such a tiny group to compare, but she's preening underneath. I know her too well to think that she'd actually self depricate.

She wouldn't.

One of our first... dates, though it wasn't really, we'd just gotten to the point of calling them dates. One of our first dates was probably somewhere we shouldn't have been at all. It was some seedy bar in the downtown district of our middleton style suburban homtown and the food was kinda shit but they had this really delicious root beer on tap, so how could I complain? It's not like we were there for the food anyway. I think Darc must've knew the owner or something, because how else would we get our way underage bums in? It wasn't something we ever talked about anyway. Never really mattered anyway.

She went straight for the darts board. See I was thinking pool. I'm much better with pool than darts, but as it turns out Darcy was an ace at both. And she likes to teach. I figure there are seedier things she does with bar games now, but then, that day, she just wanted to teach. And there was a little bit of that tension between our bodies, just so when she would slide her hand down my arm and poise me so, having me echo her tosses time and again. It took me a while to get it right.

But I did, eventually, get it right. It wasn't all too hard, but then again, I could have been flubbing on purpose because I wanted her hands on me with greater frequency. I don't think I really wanted her to stop touching. Ever. She's surprisingly soft with her touches. Just the right pressure. For me.

But now it made sense why they called her Darts at school and on the bathroom stall graffitti. I'd attempted scrubbing off a couple of those "Darts is a slut" or "Darts ain't got no standards for the pussy she'll eat" or other high school menial bullshit. It was useless though, schoolgirls are cruel and have a certain fondness for their derogatory bathroom graffiti. But I know better, and then I was getting to know better, and Darts was Darts because she had her seedy little talent that was just a bit of fun, no more, no less. And that is a surprisingly accurate summation of Dartsy.

A little bit of fun, no more, no less.


  1. She sounds.. beautiful on the inside. I hope she makes you happy, yea?

    Seedier things in those bars, though, that I would like to know more about. Not to perv, doll, but I'm curious. What exactly are you talking about?

  2. Dartsy makes me very happy, despite what people might think of us. She's a bit wild... but in the best sense of the world.

    Oh, one could guess at gambling and cheating people out of their cash. That sort of thing. We do what we do to get by with as little prostitution as possible.

  3. Love you too, dollface. <3

    And yea, I'm not exactly in the mood to get picked up for fucking people for cash. It's an option, and I guess it wouldn't be about getting laid, but still, I got all the loving I need right on over here.