Park picnic tables are no place for Tom foolery or shenanigans!
Morning guys! So last night I met up with 'New Boy' again at the park, that's how we do things around these parts. We talked about so much random stuff (most of which I can't remember because I was staring at his tattoos!) and just enjoyed each others company.
Now as you all know I haven't had any for over 2 months now (thanks to Ex We're just friends Boy') so don't judge!
So I was minding my own business staring off into space and suddenly 'New Boys' just pushed my legs apart a bit and is trying to get me off through my jeans (I'm a classy girl I had my legs closed!)
So I had a decision to make...
A- Let him continue
B- Scream rape Or
C- Start playing the banjo
Being the sexual deviant I am, I let him keep going. Having jeans on hindered the deed so next minute he's standing over me (I'm 5'7 and he's 6'2 enough said) Pulls my legs around his waist, grabs my hair and we start making out; On a park picnic table....for shame.
The grinding starts and now I'm a total sex fueled mess. Thank god for those 12 year old kids who walked past yelling 'Stick it in!' or I might've jumped him there and then.
I'm all for public place sex but not on a third chill sesh. We broke it up had a little laugh and went our separate ways.
Driving home I wanted to cry, I was that worked up. As I drove into my property I had a message from him and once again it was another erection photo (see previous post) with the caption 'Id be f*cking you on that table right now...f*ck kids'
For shame Gaia....I suppose that wouldn't have been the worst place I've ever had sex but I'll save that story for another day.
Much love from your favourite sexual deviant xx
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