She waited for her seventh guest of the night. Or was it still afternoon? Maybe it was morning already. Maybe it wasn't her seventh guest. It might as well be her ninth, or her thirteenth.
Why was she here? What made her do this? Why hadn't she turned right at the exit of the restaurant to go home. Just to feed the fat cat. To sit down and watch the end of a Cheers' rerun she had seen at least three times? Then take a lukewarm shower, run her lonely hands over her lonely body. Find the damp dark bush on her mound, slip in a finger, two.
Infamous BimboTech Inc opened a branch office in Los Angeles. And soon their operations attracted attention from the intrepid demon fighters and vampire slayers from Sunnydale. We all know Buffy Summers and her gang of fearless Warriors of Good against Evil. Well...let's say, in the end no vampire slayer looked as stunning. Or giggled as lovely.
Love is in the eyes. So is betrayal. But so is also disbelief. Jack saw it all. After so many years he saw that she did not see him anymore. He knew he had to change that. He had to make her see.
“My name is Alicia. If two years ago someone would have told me I am a slut and a whore, I might have sued them. I was a well-behaved girl and very well able to keep my darker fantasies a secret. I also was a self-proclaimed lesbian after my husband of seven years left me for his secretary. Since then I decided all men are pigs. So how come that by now I welcome any man with a functioning cock to ravage my ass-hole or send his spunk down my throat – even in that order?”
I met this girl that took my breath away. She was perfect and perfectly out of my league. But she loved me, I thought. I taught her sex, I thought. She made me feel ten feet high. But in the end, I guess I got what I deserved.
