Centaurion
Master Don Juan
For the last 2-3 weeks my spider sense had been tickling whenever I was around my gf, and last night the demon revealed itself.
Just a quick background.
We've been together for 4 months now, and things seemed to go great as she was really laid back and knew when to stfu. But for the last 3 weeks she was behaving out of character, I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but there was definetly something going on.
I'm really careful when it comes to sex, I always use a condom even though my gf is on the pill. I know that my star is rising and I don't want to be dragged down by a b!tch and a stupid kid. Lately whenever I was talking with my gf about sex, she would always hint about me going bareback on her. She would ask me if I felt anything with the condom on, and telling me how it dried her up. I didn't pay much attention to that, but my spider sense was kicking in. There was something I was missing.
So last night we went for a nice 'romantic' (
) dinner, followed by a short stop at a club where we got pretty drunk before ending up in the sack. She was really into it and knew how to push all the right buttons, so it wasn't long before I rolled over to grab a condom from the nighttable (where I usually keep my condoms). I was surprised that couldn't find any as I usually have several packs in my nightstand drawer. All the while I'm searching for condoms on my nightstand, this b!tch is whispering in my ear how she wants me right now. I told her that I couldnt find any condoms, but she said that it was OK since she was on the pill.
The heat of the moment took over, I said what the hell and went at it.
Fast forward to this morning. I'm sitting at the dinner table eating my breakfast when I just glance towards the trashcan and something catches my eye. I casually ask my gf what the hell that is, and she says :
gf : "ooh, it's my pill holder.."
cent : "what? I thought you were on the pill.."
gf : "naah...I stopped taking them 2 weeks ago"
The second those words left her mouth, she realized that she had stepped in deep poo-poo. She had this priceless horrified look on her face as she knew that she had screwed up. It took me a couple of seconds before those words sank in and I realized what she was up to. I calmly told her to get up and come to the doc with me so she could get the morning after pill.
You know what she did?
She started to ****ing cry, and somehow made it seem that it was all my fault. She said that she wouldn't go to the doc and would 'let God decide'. That's when something snapped in my head. I'm not proud of what I did, but I was blinded by cold rage. I calmly told her it was either the good old coat hanger or the morning after pill. Her choice. After much sobbing and drama, I finally managed to drag her ass to the doc and shove that god damned pill down her throat.
**** guys. I can't believe that b!tches today are this manipulative. If the Goddess of Fortune hadn't smiled down on me this morning I would have been fvcked for the next 18 years.
Take care guys, and always ALWAYS wrap it up even if you’re boinking Mother Theresa.
Just a quick background.
We've been together for 4 months now, and things seemed to go great as she was really laid back and knew when to stfu. But for the last 3 weeks she was behaving out of character, I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but there was definetly something going on.
I'm really careful when it comes to sex, I always use a condom even though my gf is on the pill. I know that my star is rising and I don't want to be dragged down by a b!tch and a stupid kid. Lately whenever I was talking with my gf about sex, she would always hint about me going bareback on her. She would ask me if I felt anything with the condom on, and telling me how it dried her up. I didn't pay much attention to that, but my spider sense was kicking in. There was something I was missing.
So last night we went for a nice 'romantic' (
) dinner, followed by a short stop at a club where we got pretty drunk before ending up in the sack. She was really into it and knew how to push all the right buttons, so it wasn't long before I rolled over to grab a condom from the nighttable (where I usually keep my condoms). I was surprised that couldn't find any as I usually have several packs in my nightstand drawer. All the while I'm searching for condoms on my nightstand, this b!tch is whispering in my ear how she wants me right now. I told her that I couldnt find any condoms, but she said that it was OK since she was on the pill. The heat of the moment took over, I said what the hell and went at it.
Fast forward to this morning. I'm sitting at the dinner table eating my breakfast when I just glance towards the trashcan and something catches my eye. I casually ask my gf what the hell that is, and she says :
gf : "ooh, it's my pill holder.."
cent : "what? I thought you were on the pill.."
gf : "naah...I stopped taking them 2 weeks ago"
The second those words left her mouth, she realized that she had stepped in deep poo-poo. She had this priceless horrified look on her face as she knew that she had screwed up. It took me a couple of seconds before those words sank in and I realized what she was up to. I calmly told her to get up and come to the doc with me so she could get the morning after pill.
You know what she did?
She started to ****ing cry, and somehow made it seem that it was all my fault. She said that she wouldn't go to the doc and would 'let God decide'. That's when something snapped in my head. I'm not proud of what I did, but I was blinded by cold rage. I calmly told her it was either the good old coat hanger or the morning after pill. Her choice. After much sobbing and drama, I finally managed to drag her ass to the doc and shove that god damned pill down her throat.
**** guys. I can't believe that b!tches today are this manipulative. If the Goddess of Fortune hadn't smiled down on me this morning I would have been fvcked for the next 18 years.
Take care guys, and always ALWAYS wrap it up even if you’re boinking Mother Theresa.
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