Christian

The Highs and Lows of Life and Love
2006-02-13 14:25:55 (UTC)

Just for the Iraq of it.....

Oh my God I haven't written for almost two years....

Just spent 14 months in Iraq....

The two questions I'm asked an ungodly amount of times, the
ever so generic 1. How was it over there? and 2. Did you
kill anyone.

No I didn't kill anyone and its shitty over there. I'm sure
I'll make plenty of reference to Iraq/Kuwait later, so I
don't want to bore myself writing it all down.

What I do want to remember is all the fucking crazy
partying that I did before I went overseas. I got shipped
to Georgia for 2 months to "train" before going in Oct
2004.

I dumped my girlfriend of 3 month before I left (seriously,
she was going to "wait" for me for a year? probably, but I
knew I couldn't... I'm not going to lie to myself) So,
when I got to Georgia I said I wasn't going to fuck anyone
and I was going to just be a good soldiers. Yeah good plan.

So Kristen tracked me down, with here glowing green eyes,
spunky personality and great breasts, I thought she hated
me at first, so I avoided her, but it was really the
opposite. It was here birthday party, she was wasted of
course, and I was beyond myself too. While blowing out the
candles on her cake, her hand wandered toward my pants,
massaging the inside of my leg and I knew it was going to
be a long night.

With a group of people we took a cab downtown to Columbus,
GA to a little bar called the Tap. With the Miller Lite
flowing and dancing, the bar was getting very blurry for me
when Kristen took my hand and lead me out into the front of
the bar. Down a small set of stairs we went, to a small
dark corner of a basement entrance. She pushed me up
against the wall and immediately was undoing my pants and
had my cock in her mouth. It was such a turn on, not the
blowjob, but being able to hear so many people right above
us, knowing someone could catch us at anytime. I couldn't
take it anymore, and I'm not a big fan of blowjobs, so I
gently laid her back, and took down her pants. I was so
hard as I slide inside of her, and she made the softest
wimpers when she came. It was so refreshing to be in the
open and taking some risk.

As I sobered, I thought, what the hell am I doing? I needed
to be alone to find myself again, but I just continue to
spin further down. I am so convinced now that sex is a
drug, an addiction that needs to be treated just like coke
or heroin. It can be a killer, or it can be an overwhelming
sense of joy and pleasure.

I also realized that soon I would be entering Iraq where
there are 100 guys to every 1 girls and this could present
a challenge to my addiction. Next time....





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