I think my pussy got attacked by a Rottweiler.
Not like I tried to burglarize a house and was halfway over the perimeter fence when someone yelled, “Sick her!”
No, it’s not that exciting. And it’s hard to climb fences in heels.
His name was Sergio, a big, handsome, but slightly hairy Russian guy. I met him at a fast food drive-thru, when he paid for my food. First, he blocked my car in so he could deliver it himself.
Turned out that way. At first I was just pissed because I was hungry and I was really in the mood for some curly fries and some douchebag wouldn’t move his car. Boy did I feel bad after.
So we went out three times and he was a perfect gentleman. He brought me flowers to my door and dressed the part of a man trying to court a woman...Read More