They Always Come Back To Dr. Good Lovin
It’s been over a fucking week and just as I’m getting used to my new lifestyle, guess who gives me a call today. Yup—the fucking 18 year old. And did I answer the phone? Fuck no! Sure, it was nice to hear from the broad, but a man of my caliber expected the naïve chick to come crawling back to that ol good cock she’d been missing. For all I know, she probably banged some young dude who gave her a minute and a half of satisfaction—or lack thereof. And with that thought in mind, she got the voicemail treatment.
After listening to her “let’s try to work things out” shpeel, I had to contemplate on my approach because I truly enjoyed my newfound freedom, but I also missed tapping that vise tight cunt. The ball was obviously back in my court (not that it ever wasn’t—this time, however, it was official) and I had all the power in the world to put some wear and tear on her 18 year old snatch, even if I didn’t want to get back together. I figured I’d let the mystery of a no-call marinate in her narrow mind for a few more hours, if not days, to let her know I’m not the one to be breakin up with.
I wanted to be alone tonight, but I had a funny feeling that she was going to do some young high school shit and come over all unannounced, so I forced myself to go out and just cruise for a bit. My car led me to The Irvine Spectrum—an outdoor mall/restaurant spot that gave me room to just enjoy the fresh air. Well, the fresh air came after a few good rips from a joint I had rolled up. I chilled out there for a little over an hour just people watching and window shopping. Then I cruised the streets of the OC just to cruise and enjoy some music to compliment my purple kush.
When I got home, a note was posted on my door. “I miss you”… I knew the broad was going to come over. My instincts are pretty damn good. I walked into my apartment all paranoid and shit thinking she may have found a way in, but the coast was clear. That shit made me a little horny. I chuckled to myself as I hopped online to watch Melania play with herself on PinkandPerfect.com. The note that the 18 year old left was splatted on by my goods, and proved to be useful to me after all. I’ll call the bitch tomorrow.
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