*[ You may recognize this story. I’m reposting it, as my last account was deleted. Originally posted a year and a half or so ago. Hope that’s ok. ]*
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**The Mousy Landlord: Apartment Maintenance 101**
After my last impromptu hot-n-heavy meet-n-greet with my new landlord, (check my post history), I didn’t expect a second go with her. I assumed she had gotten her fill, and that would be it. But after six weeks or so had passed without so much as a peep from her end, I got a little in my head. I mean, I told myself it was fine, but if I’m being honest with myself, I’m used to getting at least some form of a follow up, so I spiraled a bit, wondering if I had under-performed that day. It hit especially hard when I thought about the potential reality wherein, she was celibate for four months, fucked me, and then RETURNED to celibacy. Fuck, am I trash in bed? Either way, I wasn’t going to be the one to re-initiate. BUT, I did have a problem with the unit.