Dear Douchebag,
It’s adorable that YOU are ignoring ME or whatever…after spending 3 nights at my house...sleeping in my bed...eating my food…not getting me off a single time…of course, there WAS that matter of you not getting your dick up two of those nights… and I’m not even sure why you stayed the last night, but I DID notice that you took the bottle of whiskey that I bought… when you left out like your hair was on fire... You left your cane pole...and some ugly bruises that do NOT demonstrate your "dominance"...instead, that you are an asshole. You've definitely earned your merit badge.
Also…I stuck my neck out for you to get you a job with my dad…you probably should just go ahead and forget about that, as he tends to have a bit of a low-slacker tolerance, and very little patience.
To be fair, I'll give credit where due. You have a nice cock. I love your control when you're making me choke on it...making my eyes water and my mascara run down my cheeks. Love that you aren't a pussy like the other guys I've been with.
This is bullshit. And it's not even about any weird complicated feelings or amazing sex....because...let's face it...you are lacking in that department. You talk an excellent game, but you should REALLY work on your delivery.
Anyway, thanks for taking advantage of me and pretty much nothing else. At least you got laid.
Looove,
Kimmie.