Hey real quick, read my post history fuckers
I quickly lock up my studio and rush to my car, get in and zoom the fuck home down the icy road. I keep frantically looking at my phone waiting to get an angry text or an email from a divorce lawyer or something. I speed onto the highway on ramp and I floor it down the road, slipping on the ice and swerving as I keep looking down at my phone. I can feel my heart pumping fast in my chest and I still feel the unpleasant blue balls that have been bestowed onto me by an unfamiliar erica. I start thinking about the encounter I just had an hour ago. What the fuck was that? Was she angry at me for ruining her life or for putting her in that situation? Was she trying to close the book on us once and for all and that was her way of getting closure? What did she mean she hadn’t had an orgasm since the party? Is that really true