backbreaker
Master Don Juan
Kinda a field report, kinda isn't. I made a post about my old oneitis last week, about how I was looking at her and thinking why was I chasing her like I was for so long. And I wasn't lying.
However, andI have been too busy with stuff to post, ever since we saw each other, she won't stop calling.. I didn't say I necessarly talk to her that much, but she calls at least 3 times a day now.
so I get a call Saturday afternoon and I decide to pick it up, since I wasn't too busy. She asks me am I available later on. I told her I had plans, but nothing too serious (actually planned on going to the movies by myself to see Silent Hill). So she asks me would I be available to go out later. without thinking, because she has never asked me out since I have known her, I say I guess.
so she pops up in my house later on with basically a swimsuit on with heels. She tells me she wants to try something new, and that she has never been to a strip club, and asks me would I mind going with her. I say sure why not.
So we get in there and we are both talking, having a pretty good time. There was some other humerous stuff going on but I don't want to get off track. I ordered her a couple of yager bombs, she had never had one before and loved them.
After like 45 mintues we are basically sitting in each others lap. This song she likes comes on and she takes her jacket off and starts giving me a lapdance... At this time, I am like **** it, you wouldn't be dancing on me like you are and not mean it. So I start to push her a little, slapping her ass, playing with her breats... mind you we are IN a strip club with real strippers, basically watching the show she is putting on, funny ****.
After like 10 mintues of dancing, she has taken my fingers and has given them each a Fake BJ, put my hand inside her pants, letting me kiss her on her neck. So she is going, riding me, and she tells me "this is what I am like in bed, do you like it?" And she keeps making other remarks like "you are paying me attention and not the dancers, you know you want me" (wellw hen I get what I want for free instead of paying for it, and I know you mean it and they don't, why would i?)
I am tipsy, she is gone by now.
so by this point, I am thinking.. okay, I'm ****ing her tonight, no if ands or buts.. we are basically ****ing now.
It gets worse. We leave the club, I am not in the car for 10 seconds and she literarly puts her feet on the dashboard, and takes my hand and makes me finger her while I am driving. I was like damn I always knew you were a freak but damn. When I get home, I pulled up and we got in the back seat and she continued to dance for me.
Then she just starts blurting out, "you are my best friend in the whole world, I can't do this" over and over and over, and "i am already ****ing someone else (which she is) I can't **** you too"
Regardless of me ****ing her or not, she definatly wasn't driving home.. that was out of the question. So by this piont she is GONE. So I drag her up to my room and I start to realize how gone she is. So I do your usual routine of taking care of someone who is wasted.. making them throw up, making them drink water, put her to bed. It was like trying to control a kid with ridlin.
Anyway, I ended up gonig to sleep without gettinga ny, and byt his point, even if she wanted to, I can't **** someone that drunk, I just can't. Tipsy yes, drunk yes, wasted no. And I know she wanted to, it's just so damn fustrating
However, andI have been too busy with stuff to post, ever since we saw each other, she won't stop calling.. I didn't say I necessarly talk to her that much, but she calls at least 3 times a day now.
so I get a call Saturday afternoon and I decide to pick it up, since I wasn't too busy. She asks me am I available later on. I told her I had plans, but nothing too serious (actually planned on going to the movies by myself to see Silent Hill). So she asks me would I be available to go out later. without thinking, because she has never asked me out since I have known her, I say I guess.
so she pops up in my house later on with basically a swimsuit on with heels. She tells me she wants to try something new, and that she has never been to a strip club, and asks me would I mind going with her. I say sure why not.
So we get in there and we are both talking, having a pretty good time. There was some other humerous stuff going on but I don't want to get off track. I ordered her a couple of yager bombs, she had never had one before and loved them.
After like 45 mintues we are basically sitting in each others lap. This song she likes comes on and she takes her jacket off and starts giving me a lapdance... At this time, I am like **** it, you wouldn't be dancing on me like you are and not mean it. So I start to push her a little, slapping her ass, playing with her breats... mind you we are IN a strip club with real strippers, basically watching the show she is putting on, funny ****.
After like 10 mintues of dancing, she has taken my fingers and has given them each a Fake BJ, put my hand inside her pants, letting me kiss her on her neck. So she is going, riding me, and she tells me "this is what I am like in bed, do you like it?" And she keeps making other remarks like "you are paying me attention and not the dancers, you know you want me" (wellw hen I get what I want for free instead of paying for it, and I know you mean it and they don't, why would i?)
I am tipsy, she is gone by now.
so by this point, I am thinking.. okay, I'm ****ing her tonight, no if ands or buts.. we are basically ****ing now.
It gets worse. We leave the club, I am not in the car for 10 seconds and she literarly puts her feet on the dashboard, and takes my hand and makes me finger her while I am driving. I was like damn I always knew you were a freak but damn. When I get home, I pulled up and we got in the back seat and she continued to dance for me.
Then she just starts blurting out, "you are my best friend in the whole world, I can't do this" over and over and over, and "i am already ****ing someone else (which she is) I can't **** you too"
Regardless of me ****ing her or not, she definatly wasn't driving home.. that was out of the question. So by this piont she is GONE. So I drag her up to my room and I start to realize how gone she is. So I do your usual routine of taking care of someone who is wasted.. making them throw up, making them drink water, put her to bed. It was like trying to control a kid with ridlin.
Anyway, I ended up gonig to sleep without gettinga ny, and byt his point, even if she wanted to, I can't **** someone that drunk, I just can't. Tipsy yes, drunk yes, wasted no. And I know she wanted to, it's just so damn fustrating
