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Read The Signs

I was going over to this guys house, we met once before, starting with some darling plant shopping, and ending with a BJ in the elementary school parking lot (our dumbness didn’t even realize recess let out half way through…….oops.) I kept blowing him off and he was extremely kind about it, but then once asked me to make a promise to see him or else he’d be extremely sad (R.F.1 – the fuck?). Fuck it, I had no real reason to dodge him other than I want my me time all the time. He picked me up, and when we got to his place and he explained how he does;t want to smoke, then starred me down and before I could say a word went “actually, you intrigue me to break my rule.” (R.F.2 – that easily swerved by someone they don’t know?). I figured it was time all the talking stopped. We started…. you know… and he called a third person on the phone asking her to come and fuck me. (R.F.3 – no asking) I have no problems with bringing people in, but we all gotta veto each other. She couldn’t make it and after a bit of playing around I was ready to head home. He told me he would drive me there and had a surprise for me. The surprise? As we were driving, he whipped out his phone and showed me a dozen videos of me sucking him off in his room (R.F.4 – ASK) I didn’t freak, I looked hot. I told him to please delete them which he did then turned the car around, drove further south ( we were heading north) (R.F.5 – yikes wtf)and I got out at dundas square, met some friends, and we ended up eating churro’s on the steps of Ryerson. I’m not unhappy by this experience by any means. There was no hostile energy, I never felt in danger or anything he had a very calm tone (could be considered alarming). It’s simply not someone I necessarily want to see again, but the sex was fucking great, I learned some fantastic tips and tricks. Plus I left with a little souvenir, a week later and my nipple are still super tender.

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