Maybe I should have posted this one on July 4th to celebrate what makes the United States unique, but I guess I can share it now: I once hooked up with a guy who had rifles hanging from his living room wall.
We met on Reddit when I was on a work trip in his city, and he turned out to be pretty cute and experienced in bed. When we got to his place I didn’t notice the guns initially. How does one not notice rifles hanging from a wall, you may wonder, and I don’t have a satisfactory answer. Dumb slut brain will never focus on what’s most important, I guess? I only saw them when we were half-naked after minutes of making out.
I would love to say that was enough to get me to leave, but of course I serviced his dick until he was rolling his eyes constantly and bucking his hips to reach deeper in my throat. He wasn’t outstanding in bed, but it’s always fun to be with the type that knows how to slap and choke. Kind of tracks with the whole gun display thing, I guess.
So yeah, I still fucked him, I still came, I still wonder why I did it in the first place. I mean, we know, but still.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vzyjs4/i_didnt_let_a_guys_literal_guns_ruin_our_hookup_fm
Rednecks need loving too.