Sweaty Sauna Fuckfest

jordi can’t believe he stood me up…again!

But It was quarter past nine and the movie that he promised he would take me to started fifteen minutes ago.

I knew it wasn’t his type of movie, but I never asked much of him. Hell, And jordi did so much for him; I gave him all the sex he wanted; when he wanted Sweaty Sauna Fuckfest ; the least he could do was sit through this movie for a couple of hours.

but To make it worse I had spent half the day getting ready for tonight. Because I thought I would surprise him with a new semi-goth look. He had mentioned several times that he liked that look, so stupid me thought why not surprise him.

Stupid me…again.

So there I was in the lobby waiting for my piece of shit boyfriend questioning why I let men treat me like Sweaty Sauna Fuckfest
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because I called him but there was no answer. The later it got the more obvious it was that he wasn’t going to show. I’m sure he was drunk with his ignorant pig buddies.

I was feeling hurt and seriously pissed off.

Sweaty Sauna Fuckfest brazzers

Well, fuck him, I thought. To Clarify I went outside and paused on a bench to gather my thoughts. How could I somehow salvage this night? I knew he was at his friend’s place drinking and I was pretty sure he was expecting me to show up there… but just like all the other Saturday nights. Well not this night…I had enough of him.

In short I pulled my long black coat tight around me. My hair was blowing in the wind, and I could feel the biting wind against my stockinged legs, my short Sweaty Sauna Fuckfest not offering much protection.

In short An older man came and sat on the bench beside me. Lighting up a cigarette he looked me over and said,

“Nice look. Goth or emo?”

“Neither,” I replied as I turned away from him. I’m sure he got that I wasn’t in a good mood.

“Are you interested in having some fun?” he said.

I didn’t respond as I wasn’t really interested in anything he had to say.

To Clarify He took a drag of his cigarette, then dropped it to the ground, grinding it out underfoot. in short He pulled his wallet from his jacket pocket and counted the contents.

“What can I get for $200?”

brazzers

Oh my god, does he think I’m a hooker? Do I really look like a hooker? He got my attention now.

I turned to look at him. He had longish but greying hair, smooth features, attractive in a bookish kind of way. But He was dressed in a suit, dark blue, with a white shirt and a pale yellow tie. His leather jacket looked expensive, as did his shoes.

“Are you serious? I’m nineteen, Because you’re offering me money for sex? You fucking old pervert.”  I sneered at him.