Haha. Even though I gave her one of the many..you will have to go over to read it.
There is one "experience" that will stand out above the rest.
It was will this fella named Ray ..yea lets call him Ray.
So I met this Ray at a bar (trashy I know) first thing I noticed was his muscley arms which were easy on the eyes. My judgment might have been a bit clouded with consumption but that doesn't matter at this point.
I called it. I said while pointing "I will have that please". Sure enough next time I saw him. Done and done!
On this night I was looking pretty cute, not slutty probably because my slut clothing was dirty or something. So there I was looking cute in my shorts, hair dancing in the wind, eyeshadow glimmering like a disco ball and lips that were...well they just were.
Several drinks were devoured and out came the batty eyelashes. Next thing I know I am being invited to his place. Can you say "Score!"
Off in to the early morning I went. There was a mission to be accomplished here people. I was going to get some from this cutie with the hunky arms.
It started out slow. We sat around his room for a bit. I was starting to become very impatient.
Well we finally got down to the fun part. Unfortunately there was no foreplay. At all. That sucked.
Then he grabs me like I was a fucking ragdoll and starts throwing me around. Up and down, sideways, tossing me aside like a dirty shirt, flipping, twirling, like a fucking hamburger patty.
I felt like I was in a washing machine.
I am sooo glad that I didn't drink that much because I would have thrown up all over his big arms, legs, sheets...all the good places.
I am so surprised that he didn't start choking me or tying me with rope or gagging me at some point.
I had to restrain myself from kicking him in the face with my pretty feet.
I was like a ragdoll, not kidding. I was being thrown around like a dog chewy in a dogs mouth.
What.The.Fuck?
This was out-of-control.
Not.What.I.Signed.Up.For.
This proceeded for about (not an exaggeration) 45 minutes to an hour.
My eyes were rolling all over the place and I just wanted the nightmare to end.
When it finally did we were drenched in so much sweat it felt like we just got done getting out of a pool. Ugh.
Who the fuck sweats soo fucking much...it wasn't that hot.
AND the most concerning thing was the fact that he just kept on going and going and going and going. Screwy energizer bunny.
After this horrendous process I lost an earring, ripped my undies, and smeared my mascara all over the place.
I was a mess. But drove home with a big smile on my face anyway because I got it. It got it, I got it yeah!
I think he had a steroid problem. Hence the big arms.
I swear never again. Big arms remind me of steroids now. Thanks Ray.
