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See you Saturday!!!"įor the record, she was right. "Asshole, I know you check your phone every 10 seconds. I'll probably want to hang out with him Thursday and Friday night, but I want you to meet him. Lucky for me, no one could ever say no to her aggressive, take no prisoners, I'm-the-alpha-cunt-here attitude.Ī week days ago, I got a text from Beth: "OMG I'm so excited Michael is coming to visit. I hope you are ready to eat my pussy," the elusive FFFM foursome would have probably never been moved from my fantasy section to my reality. Without Beth molesting drunk sluts from the bar and telling them "You're coming home with me. How could I? She gave me things I couldn't have gotten on my own. If she wanted to squirt all over my face we did that. Beth being a proper whore appreciated that in me, but she was the one who drove the car, if you know what I mean? If tonight she wanted to be bent over and taken I took her. I've done the tying up, and the choking, and the slapping. Every one of my relationships I've been the sexually assertive one. Either I was much smarter than Beth, or she had sucked me in, showed me exactly what she wanted me to see, and now had me charted, categorized, and processed.ĭon't think this means I was submissive to her. It scared me that I saw things in here that others couldn't see. To everyone else she was an immeasurable force, but to me I saw her as fragile ready to break. If she controlled the how, why, and when you got close than she knew where you were at all times. She drew you in so she could control your position in her world. She was so sexy when she commanded a crowed. I didn't mind standing in the background, observing. I liked that she wanted to be the center of attention. I suspect the tale was exaggerated, but, I also wouldn't be surprised if every word was true. She would snatch the nearest drink, take two big gulps, set the glass down, and began to talk like her jaw was broken, drooling from the corners of her mouth. The best part was when she imitated the girl's voice. The story she told most often was about how she made a "slut" lick her clit so long, the girl got nerve damage in her mouth. Groups of people flocked to her, laughing as she told one vulgar story after another. I saw this unfold so many times, in every setting imaginable. She had a personality that made people want to be near her, even if they didn't know her. Like any cool chick, she smoked, drank, and swore a lot. The truth of how I felt about Beth was, she scared me. But we were definitely not not in a relationship. I hesitate to say Beth and I were in a relationship.