I met this asshole while taking a trip to a nerdy academic event in the mountains. He was your typical scrawny indie boy and looked kinda like Mick Jagger. A week later, he came to my town and we hooked up in my dorm room. He started moaning and playing thumb wars with what he THOUGHT was my clit. I tried helping and giving him directions, but he totally ignored me and just wanted me to jerk him off. We tried hooking up again but he instantly tried to raw dog it in me and I threw a condom at him. He got annoyed and tore through two of them by just trying to put them on. “How many people have you had sex with?” I asked. “I don’t wanna tell you that!” he whined. He pulled a Houdini and ripped it off mid-hump, and came on my stomach after 20 seconds. “Do you have any… backup?” He asked. Luckily I had a spare Plan B from the school clinic. Out of desperation, I gave him his final chance and hoped he could finally figure out how to get me off but he failed again I just told him to stop. “I wish I could turn you on,” he said, grabbing my boobs and clenching them. A few days later, he apologized and kept begging me over the phone and facebook to take him back, for several months. I’m pretty sure he had never done anything with anyone else besides his right hand.

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…you had a SPARE plan B?

amy added these pithy words on Feb 01 10 at 3:26 am

Sounds like less of a douche and more of a wanker in the truest sense. Dude should have been a tad more honest and asked for a bit of help.

HatCat added these pithy words on May 06 10 at 5:30 am

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