So that happened...

You guys ready for this one? You sure?

I fucked a Nazi.

Yeah, I know. Let me clarify...I didn't KNOW he was a Nazi until it was all said and done with.

Sunday night, I went out with a couple of girlfriends. We went to the local strip joint to check out the male strippers, which was a blast, and then started barhopping. We ended up at a bar that I used to frequent, a bar that pretty much everyone I know calls their "stomping grounds". It was karaoke night. We had a fantastic time- we all got drunk and sang and laughed, and it was the first time I've gone in there within the past six months and felt completely free. Every other time was nerve wracking and uncomfortable (Rob and Joan frequent the place, and I've had to stop physical fights from breaking out between Joan and I).

But this time, it was carefree and...actually fun, despite the fact that we were sitting less than ten feet from the both of them. I just stopped caring, and it was liberating.

There was a guy there, playing pool, who we can call...let's go with Anthony. Now, Anthony and I have had sex before, once. It was spontaneous and random, and I knew very little of him. On Sunday, I still knew very little of him. I knew I found him attractive, that he likes metal music, and he's had a crush on me for a long time. That's about it.

We invited him to hang out with us, and he did. The longer we stayed, the more that the sexual tension grew between us. Around closing time, we'd started making out in short spurts. I decided to leave, throw him against the wall outside, and make out with him for ten minutes until my designated driver was ready to go.

We left the bar, and did just that. I suppose he didn't like being dominated, because he spun me around and threw me (literally) into the wall, directly outside, pushing my hands over my head and kissing me with a ferocity that grew every second. I whispered in his ear, "Bite me", and he proceeded to chew on my neck until I was writhing against his pants.

A car began to come our way, so I grabbed his hand and drug him to the back of the building. There was a doorway there, with three stairs leading up to the door. There were small spaces on either side of the door that were blocked from direct view by a wall, so we threw each other around in them, kissing and touching, panting and biting. I told him we couldn't fuck, and at that very moment, I saw a sign on the door next to us: "This area under 24 hour surveillance". I smiled and pointed at it, and he turned to read it. When he spun back around, I giggled at him and said, "Fuck it, let's do this".

He grabbed my hips, turned me around, and bent me over so that his back was pushed against the wall, and I could hold my hands against the other side with my ass to him. He yanked down my pants, and we fucked...hard. It lasted maybe five minutes and was absolutely exhilirating.

We composed ourselves and then went our seperate ways, giggling the whole time.

About an hour and a half later, Sean came over. I had asked him to stay over earlier, just to have someone sleep next to me. I told him what I did, and he promptly informed that this kid has both a Swastika and an S.S. tattoo.

So I fucked a Nazi.

I didn't know it, and I would not have done it if I knew. I sure as Hell won't be doing it again.

The select few who know about it have been calling me a "Nazi Fucker" all day. I'm not proud of it, and I don't condone it, but once I got over the shock and disgust, I found it funny...in really fucked up way.

Seriously. I don't even know how I could possibly top that one.