She did not text you back. She is never coming over again. She found another guy. With a bigger dick. She is with him right now. Showing him the movies that she took back from your apartment. As long as the DVD’s she checked out from her college library were on your TV table, you knew she would never leave you. One day, they were gone.
She was with me because she is deeply insecure and lonely. She stayed with me because she needed a place to go at night, and to be around another person. She seemed grateful that I even wanted her around. The attractive 22 year old college student who is exceptionally skilled with her mouth, vagina, and asshole and cleans your house when you leave. Who brings you food and booze when you had a bad day. Who brings movies. God, what a nightmare. What man would want such a person in his life.
She expected nothing of me. She laughed at my worst jokes. She didn’t have to be entertained. You didn’t have to take her out, spend money, drive all over motherfucking creation to go to her friend’s stupid play or some shit. She just wanted to talk about books and maybe eat something and have a brandy and cuddle on the couch. Then fuck. Make you cum too fast with her tight tiny pussy. God damn. I feel like I conceived her in the computer from Weird Science. Continue reading