From Passing In The Night To A Zipless Fuck
While out jogging last night I crossed paths with Doggie-Style Guy, the hottie I met the night before. I was completely surprised when I saw him because in a large apartment complex you can easily go a month without seeing your next door neighbor, let alone some random guy on the other side of the building. Of course the surprise didn’t end there, because then there wouldn’t be enough of that goddamn drama which has been so prevalent lately.
Since it seems that nothing is going my way with guys lately (including being on the wrong end of phone tag), I’m going to write this post about Doggie-Style Guy two ways: the way it actually happened and the way it should have happened, which would be with me sweating from multiple orgasms, not just multiple laps around the complex.
Here’s what really happened:
