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Originally posted by Mmmm, Burger (C.J.)
Well, how did things end? Did he proceed to re-remove your sexyware?
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Heh. This was in college. He pretended not to notice (or didn't notice) the garter/hose mishap, we saw our show, had dinner, and in the limo on the way back I got the nerve to flash some black lace on my smooth, creamy college girl thighs. He didn't seem enticed, though and later, after some wine I went down on him anyway. This was followed by 3 more extravagent dates, complete with limo and fancy dinner, more blowjobs but no sex. I finally raised the issue and he bumbled about "being afraid of getting pregnant" and I quickly offered to go on BC pills. He is now happily playing house with his "domestic partner." Now I know to watch out for men who close their eyes during porn-star head.
(I've left out the part where, upon discovering I was being used as a head-giving fag hag, I tossed an ugly backless ked sneaker at him while he lay 1/2 dressed on his couch and stormed out, with his Bijon Frise barking after me.)
(Yeah, I know now: Bijon Frise=gayness).
