Instead of making a New Year’s resolution this year, I decided to look back on some of the ones I’ve made in the past to see whether or not I stuck to them.
One that vividly springs to mind is: Never wake up face down in the alley behind a Theatre in downtown Toronto again.
Let me take you back to how this happened.
In 2001, I moved to Toronto to live with my friend Dwayne in a house we had romantically called “Maniac Mansion.” I had four roommates and sometimes there’d be others, but the stragglers wouldn’t last long before the craziness of the house got to them. We once had a guy jump off the roof high on every letter of the alphabet. Don’t worry, he lived, but he broke both of his ankles and wrists.
We regularly frequented places like LimeLight and Comfort Zone. It was at Comfort Zone where I met Ben. He was gorgeous, tall with dark hair and blue eyes, and a great body. I had been drooling over him for weeks. Finally my girlfriend who worked the concession stand said, “Go say hello to him, he’s always checking you out”.
I’m pretty shy, I don’t generally approach guys for fear of rejection, so I wait for them to approach me. I walked over to say Hello to Ben anyway. We talked for a few moments. I said he was hot, he said I was hot. We chatted a bit and then drifted apart. Come morning, I was leaving and he was nowhere to be seen.
A few weeks later I was at LimeLight wearing my new gold DKNY jeans and an amazing American Flag chainmail top. I was on the top floor, higher than God in more ways than one, and there he was: this time I actually caught him staring at me. It was the first time I saw lust in his eyes. He looked at me like I was the only woman there.
I walked towards him slowly, seductively, and engaged him in simple conversation. He asked if I wanted a cap of G, I of course said yes. So I had one and then somehow we were outside. He said to me, “I don’t think I can do this.”
“Really? I don’t want to marry you, I just want to suck your cock,” I replied. I was high and horny as a motherfucker.
So he followed me into the alley and stood in front of me. I caressed his hard manhood through his pants and then pulled it out. The tingling of the G started through my fingers and the twitches also began; it felt awesome! When I finally pulled his cock out, it was beautiful; thick and cut and just perfect. I licked it like a lollypop and what seemed like moments later I woke up in the alleyway with my wig on crooked and Ben was gone.**
I couldn’t believe I had sucked Ben’s amazing cock and G’d out on it! The worst was I had no money in my wallet (no, he didn’t rob me) and I had to walk to my friend’s place, which was in the Bloor street area. The only silver lining at the time was I found a hit of E in my compact that I didn’t take the night before so I popped it to ease my walk of shame home. I made a promise to myself: Never wake up face down in the ally again. Also I vowed never to G out while sucking someone’s cock again.
I truly think it’s one of the only resolutions I’ve ever followed through with.
**At the time I didn’t have my long hair like I do now so I relied on wigs and extensions for a little help with my “costumes.”
