I’d known this guy for a few years while working at the same pub, he used my ass as a paddle board and pretty much tried to get me into the sack with him every day even though he knew I had a boyfriend. Drunk and desperate a year after my breakup and a year after I’d worked with the guy, I finally gave him a chance. I told him point blank I’d sleep with him but he had to answer yes or no right then and there. Without hesitation we were back to his house in a cab. When we got there, he started searching under his doormat and then asked me to wait a bit while he went around back to get in. I heard a huge crash and ran around the house to check it out. He was standing on a milk crate in front of a 2 x 5 foot plate glass window with blood gushing down his hand. He told me he lost his key and really wanted to get into the house, and he’d let me in the front door in a few moments. We ended up on his twin mattress on the floor in his basement room, blood everywhere, him telling me it was the best night of his life. I was so disgusted later I left without saying goodbye. I’m sure there were smaller windows to break in that house. What a genius.
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Wait… he was bleeding beforehand and you still did him? The plate glass stupidity is his fault, but I don’t really see how agreeing to sex afterwards is.
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Mar 08 10 at
5:16 am
