one night. It was the classic “you’re too drunk to drive, I
will drive you home in your car” (then I will have dirty
sex with you until you pass out.) So we get in the car, &
we’re not out of the lot & she is already leaning over
rubbing my tool. She was wearing a skirt, so I wasted no
time reciprocating with the non-driving hand. After 5
minutes of the clumsy foreplay, we were at her apartment, &
she ripped into my jeans as soon as I stopped the car, I
leaned the seat back anticipating a beej, be she unsheathed
my unit & put a death grip on it.
Now, I can appreciate some pain with the pleasure, but this
chick was out of hand…she seemed determined to test the
tensile strength of my penis before it would snap in half.
I’m sure Richard Petty’s stick shift in the Daytona 500
could sympathize with what I was enduring here. The purple
helmet was deemed to explode if I didn’t intervene at some
point. Being the guy that I am, I afforded her every
opportunity to lighten up, but it was not meant to be. Part
of me wondered if she had ever done this before, & she took
‘jerking off’ & ‘beating off’ literally.
I didn’t have a white flag to wave, so I grabbed her by the
wrist in a manner that let her know there would be no more
roughhousing. She asked me “pleeeeease” to come in her
apartment, & while I thought that this could be a freaky
adventure, & I could get revenge by hammering on the floor
into the corner of her bedroom, only to leave her weeping in
a puddle of her own leavings, I wasn’t going to risk it.
She had failed the first test, & she was out…RESPECT THE
Saturday, January 12, 2013
#4394 of 13587: lakrfool (LF) on Dec 06 '12 at (03:41:25 PM)