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walks us through the small apartment. With each step his dick moves inside me and I begin to get a taste of pleasure.
    It’s fucking delectable. I knew it would be.
    He pushes open his door and walks to the bed. He sits on the edge and his eyes roll as I descend further down him.
    I sink my nails into his back, “Easy tiger.”
    Says the man whose dick didn’t get the memo to go easy.
    His fingers bite into my hips as he rocks me slowly back and forth at a nice easy pace.
    Each time he pulls me against him, my clit gets nudged and electricity threatens to run through me. I gasp and he groans.
    “You like that, huh?”
    “Yes,” comes out in a throaty rasp that apparently gets him hotter.
    He pulls me tight against him and scoots up the bed. He lays back and holds my tits in his hands. “These things are fucking great.” He squeezes them and none too gently. I pull back and at this angle I feel something burn, a good burn.
    I move my hips, sway and rock so he is hitting that spot. The faster I move the more grunts and hisses he makes.
    Hot, so hot.
    “Don’t hold back. Come for me.”
    His hand grips my inner thigh and his thumb strums around my clit. Each time he nudges it, the pleasure intensifies.
    I spread wider and he tenses. God it is amazing to see him come undone under me.
    “Sexy little thing,” he groans.
    I put my hands behind me on his thighs and brace myself as I rock faster and faster.
    His body tenses beneath me, then he presses on my clit and I strangle out words that are totally incomprehensible.
    “You on the pill?” he hisses through his teeth.
    “No,” I cringe
    He pushes me to the side and sits up then grabs a tissue from the tissue box on his nightstand.
    “Fuck yes,” he groans as he pumps himself and jets off into a wad of tissues.
    He sighs and flops back, “That was close.”
    I’m not sure what to say in response, so I say nothing.
    Awkward.
    His chest is heaving and he looks over at me.
    “You staying?” I must look mortified because he chuckles, “Didn’t think so. But the offer is there. I’d love to tear into you again.”
    “What do you want me to do?” I ask without thinking.
    “Not sure. As I said I’m not looking for a relationship —”
    “Neither am I,” I say cutting him off.
    “Okay then,” he smiles as if this pleases him.
    I feel indifferent about it.
    As I walk away, I grab my clothes, throwing them on piece by piece as I walk towards the door.
    “Hey, what’s your name?” I hear him yell as I open the door.
    I don’t answer.
    I have no clue where the hell I am, and I’m drunk as a skunk. I stand at the curb hoping a cab comes by soon.
    ****
    Thirty minutes later I walk into the bar, where an angry, drunk, and slurring Cecilia meets me at the door.
    “Did you have a good time?”
    The Blaine look alike is holding her upright. “Dude, take her out back and fuck the bitch out of her.”

MAD AS A HATTER
    I’m not sure when I fell asleep. Cecilia was bitching up a storm about how ridiculous it was that I left with a stranger and I practically tried to suffocate myself with a pillow hoping to drown out the sound of her voice. Fucking annoying.
    When I woke up Josie was standing in the door.
    “Creepy,” I groan as I sit up. “The eighth dwarf.”
    I swear she has stars in her eyes.
    “It’s too early for this.” I cover my head and then feel my mattress sink.
    “I thinks she’s mad about Blaine,” she whispers.
    “Oh, no. No. No. No. I don’t do drama.” I mumble and roll over so I am face down in the mattress.
    “Sorry. I just, well, I don’t either. When she was done yelling at you she came in my room and yelled at me. Something about calling shot gun?”
    I laugh and my head hurts, it hurts a lot, “Don’t make me laugh.”
    “Well what does that mean?” her whisper is urgent.
    “Means she wants to sit in the front, but in this case she thinks because she said she wanted him, he was hers. I say screw that.”
    “I didn’t say