I'm for the most part, only an e-thug. In real life, i'm a damn saint.
But something I did in recent memory, for my standards, i'd consider pretty fukked up.
So this broad that i met through work (she didn't work with me, she worked at a lawfirm, asked me for a mutual clients paperwork and the rest is history - gamed that shiit, thank god she looked decent cuz it was basically a blind date).
Any who, after a couple months, i was tired of having sex with her multiple times a week (and didn't like the fact that she had skid marks between her thighs and around her sphincter region - shiit was far from cute, it was revolting).
Well, i met her memorial day weekend and throughout June, we took care of business cuz i just wanted to run up my numbers so i'd forget about my disastrous breakup with homeslice in April.
Any who, by July, i was ready to move on but the broad KEPT calling my ass. Asking if she could stop by my work and we could go "hang out". i'd be like, "Fukk no! I got stuff to do, can we meet like at 9 or something?" She was so insistent this one time and i was like, "Damn, okay, but you gotta treat me out to some food!" She complied.
Later that night, after dinner, we go look for some dark, desolate area to get to the knitty mcgritty.
So we're fukkin right behind this abandoned furniture store, poorly lit (thank god, cuz her face looked like it retained more salt than usual, bloated in the face, her saliva was prolly pure sodium cuz kissing her tasted like a saltine. Ewww).
Now, this broad was really turned on, soaking wet, rancid puss... all that jazz and i'm thinking, "If she's so into it, i may as well try stuffing the meat - directly in the ASS!!" So i pull out and IMMEDIATELY JAM IT IN THE BUTT! And this broad SCREAMED like a mothafukka. Haha. I didnt' continue cuz she jumped... so i was like, "all right, fukk it. Back to the skid mark puss again."
So after i nuts or whatever, i step out of the car of i'm sweating like a mothafukka, with the condom still on my jimmy thang and i saw it covered in blood (haha, must have been from the impromptu/unprepared rectum injection. Haha).
Now here's where it starts getting fukked up (if it hasn't already).
The seconds after i bust, she turns around and asks, "How was it?"
I thought it sucked but i didn't say anything. So in lieu of a vocal response...
I gave the bytch a hi five.
No fukkin' lie!
Hahaha. Man, i was like, "let's go home, i'm late for Jimmy Kim(mel)."
So she's driving me back to my whip and i realized that i still hadn't thrown the condom away yet.
Didn't want to leave to toss it out in the street cuz i don't litter, leave it in my pocket was kinda gross...
Conclusion;
Discretely tied the sucker...
... and stuffed it in her purse.
Hahaha.
She texted me later that night and said, "Thanks for the moist balloon present. ;)"
The fact that she didn't think it was disgusting meant she was too into me.
So much that in retrospect, she could have easily untied that jimmy and inserted the tadpoles in her Gina and i would have had a Mini Doroughberg (or DoroughbergEtte).
There was also one incident where she wanted to meet me up after work to go see a movie. I was like, "Aye, i'm not driving you home afterwards, so make sure you drive or stay at your gal friends place." We met at a theater by her work and she said she'd stay at at a friends house afterwards (she lives a one hour bus ride away).
Well, long story short, after the movie - we went somewhere so she could fellatiate. I busted in her mouth and then dropped her off near her friends place.
But this is the kicker; while i was about 2 lights away from her friends place, she goes, "Can i see your phone? Mines dead" I was hesitant at first cuz i assumed she be checkin' for messages from other broads.
Turns out, she was saying out loud, "Okay, the bus arrives at 10:40, so..."
Then i responded, "Oh wait, there's a stop right here, later!"
I think she was anticipating me being a gentleman and driving her home 30 miles away.
Fukk that. I already told her what the deal was. When she got out the car, she agitatingly said "BYE!" with a disgruntled tinge and slammed the door. *chuckles*
So there she was, standing at the bus stop in the cold weather at 10:30 pm. Wearing a short skirt and all by her lonesome at the heart of downtown seattle where a hoard of crackheads and rapists frolick and frequent.
Oh well.
On my drive home that night, i was thinking to myself, "Man, you're a fukked up dude! If this bytch don't come back and kill you, karma will!"
Then i rationalized my actions and thought, "Well, i paid for her movie and drove her to the bus stop, it's not like she had to walk there from the theater or didn't get a hearty protein shake out of it."
Geez! What else these chickens want from a vigga?
Umph.
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