Through a straw

The prettiest girl
I ever saw
Was sippin’ bourbon
Through a straw

I walked right up
and sat right down 
and bought that girl
another round

I put my hand
upon her knee
she said young man
your teasing me.

I put  my hand
upon her thigh
she said young man
your much to shy.

It was the “was sippin’ bourbon through a straw” part that stuck with me.
I always had a thing for girls with the taste of bourbon in their skin.
My first few naughty bar drinkers had that alcohol through the skin taste and it imprinted or something.
The cadence song gave me visions of those types of girls.

Times change of course. I was young then and those sexy bar girls were barely and rarely of age to even be in a bar. Their sexy newness and youthful appearance coupled with wild abandonment was hot.
If I see such girls in a bar now I sometimes feel sorry for them because I know through experience what usually causes a young pretty creature to hit the bars and go home with whoever has the best game of the night on a regular basis.
I know that those beautiful creatures will usually become sad, spiteful, haggard creatures before their time.

I also have no interest in their enthusiastic false sexual bravado. Though I can appreciate their beauty I need more. They lack skills and empathy more times than not.
Even so… I remember what lusting such girls was like.

How is any of that related to this picture?
Just the existence of the straw.

Once that song was implanted in my head it has always resurfaced whenever I see a pretty girl sucking on a straw.

Obviously it need not have anything to do with bourbon.

This fabulous image is courtesy of my strange mind, a Sony brand digital camera, and multiple shots of espresso before I ran it through Photoshop.

I’m thinking it would look great in my favorite lesbian owned, pierce county, alternative music playing, slightly avant-garde themed coffee shop, but as progressive as they pose to be they are still play it safe, ass kissing, mostly socially correct, pansy girls with not enough moxie to even dare to show something of this sort.

That fun little statement is sure to cause a fun conversation about art, posers, being socially acceptable, business, and maybe even feminists next time a certain person who makes a dang good mocha comes in to get a session on her tattoo.

Tags: digital, Erotica, Sexy, Washington State