Confessions of a loser!
So there is this naked chick lying on my floor. And of course I’m thinking I still have not woken up yet because I’m not that kind of Don Won. Sure I fantasize that I can woo women, with that sly smile. Get blowjobs any day any place I want. But that ain’t the case. Sure I’m a nice guy but I like sex as much as anyone. So, when I have a naked chick on my floor I like to remember what happened, because it doesn’t happen very often. So I get up go to the bathroom as quiet as I can not wanting to wake her up, she seems so peaceful in slumber. I sit to take my morning shit and I try to remember what happened last night.
After work I invited a whole bunch of people over to party, smoke pot; shoot heroin, whatever is their cup of tea. We got the jams rolling, some really groovy funk, wicked house, sly sexy rap. Bodies were a grinding, let me tell you. Even I got sandwiched, sure it was by two Homo’s, but you take were you can get it, right? I know I drank a lot. Mostly beer, but a couple of shots of te-kill-ya. Most of the women there were Sean and Tim’s concubines but groovers none the less. But I just can’t remember this brunette. All the chicks were blond.
The bigger problem is how do I get her up and out of here before I have to go to work. It’s 8 am. now, so that gives me two hours, hell we could have sex again. I wonder how she got on the floor? And why she stayed there instead of getting back into bed. I guess she could have been really wasted and not cared. It’s probably the reason she ended up with me. The only one around with a stiff cock. It’s not the best way to start a relationship but maybe she liked what I did to her my prick has never been this raw. I must have worked her for a long time after the lube was dried out. Well I better go wake her up.
Flush.
Morning .
Ah…. Miss…… good morning.
It’s time to get up.
Hello?
What the fuck…plastic!
I hate my friends!