Idk man, shit got weird.
I dated a dude for a while and we got rough. We weren’t quite “together” and didn’t have strong feelings but we were certainly fucking, and the sex was hella good. For the sake of this story, I’m calling him my boyfriend.
*His wife reads this blog which is… interesting to say the least.*
We were long distance and it had been a minute so we randomly decided to meet up in Atlantic City because it was halfway between where we were both living. His friends came with him and my very innocent sister joined… They were in for a ride.
I texted him what I should wear and he told me to dress like I was his “cheap whore.” I don’t want to brag but I dressed slutty as fuck. So much so that my sister took one look at me and was like, “Viola, you can’t wear that!”
*Anytime I horrify my sister I know I’m doing something right. She’s a gem.*
“Do I look like a slut?” I asked.
“Yes!”
“Excellent.”