The People I Slept With.

I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE TO BUT MOSTLY THANK THE GUYS MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE BEEN INVOLVED WITH BECAUSE ALL OF THE FOLLOWING STORIES ARE TRUE. Only names, dates and locations were changed to protect the fragile male ego.

WINNING

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We had been together for 4 months and for the first time in our relationship the sex lasted longer than two minutes. Although I was pleasantly surprised he was quite obviously annoyed. Sweat dripped off his forehead as he aggressively stabbed my insides with his penis. Not too long after he finished, looked at me and “I win.” ARE YOU ACTUALLY PROUD THAT YOU ARE UNABLE TO MAKE ME ORGASM? The first person to reach an orgasm doesn’t “win.” I don’t know if he was a moron or an asshole BUT I dated him for months and I lost every single time.

ALWAYS HAVE CAB MONEY

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Growing up in the Suburbs I am use to the “walk of shame” consisting of :
1) Strutting from his door to my car as quick as possible.
2) Driving home comfortably singing ballads in my car. Maybe even Taco-Bell.
3) Quietly sneaking into my house with sex hair avoiding my parents.

Thanks to my low income job and my asshole date I didn’t have the luxury of a car/cab during my first walk of shame in NYC. I immediately regretted the decision to spend the night when I woke up in a un-air conditioned room being cuddled to death. I fixed myself up the best I could. I walked out onto 66th and 5th with a my outfit from the previous night, messy hair, bad breath and smudged mascara. After wasting 10 minutes walking in the wrong direction I eventually found the subway. My train was delayed. I waited over a half hour, it really helped with the smell. When the train finally came as the Curb Your Enthusiasm theme song played in my head I sat right next to my Professor. Whose class I had later that day. I tried to avoid eye contact but eventually he asked, “rough night?” Almost two hours after leaving I finally arrived home after receiving one last dirty look from my doorman.

LESSON LEARNED: ALWAYS HAVE CAB MONEY

ACCIDENTAL PENETRATION

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We were doing it “doggy style,” as I laid on my belly, when he slipped and accidentally inserted himself inside… my back door. Now that was the first time that ever happened and the pain I felt cannot be described. I understand that given the right person/circumstance it could… maybe be enjoyable… but with no warning and no lube NO THANK YOU. I jumped up and ran out of the room. After composing myself and whipping away the tears, that I could not control, I walked back into his room. He sat up on the bed, naked, eating chicken fingers and said “MY BAD…” , without a shred of guilt or concern… an image that is forever ingrained in my brain. Still in a massive amount of pain I got dressed and sat back down. As I tried to compose myself for some reason he decided that it was an appropriate time to bring up the possibility of anal sex.. on purpose. If it were not for his family being downstairs I would have screamed. I could not even comprehend the idea while still in so much anguish. I didn’t bother to reply, so we sat their quietly as he finished his chicken fingers… that he didn’t even offer to me.

LATE NIGHT PARTY?

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At 1:23 AM I received this text from a boy I kind of knew. “Late night party? ; )” I giggled and showed it to a friend who was sitting right next to me. He was hot and I probably would of hung out with him if it wasn’t for the odd suggestive text. At 1:44 AM my friend ran over to me laughing. She received a text from the same boy only 21 minutes later:  “LETSSS FUQ”.. did he really need to abbreviate “fuck?” Did he think “FUQ” was some how more endearing? We both responded “No thank you” and blocked him.

THE PERSON I THINK I SLEPT WITH

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My contacts were stuck to my eyes. I could feel his beer breath on the back of my neck. I had underwear and a wife beater on… but no bra. His hands moved slowly from my waist to my ass… did I sleep with him? The night prior was a blur. It wasn’t until I saw the bottle of Jagermeister on the night stand, next to the White Castle bag, that I realized.. I probably did. He sat up, afraid I hid most of my face underneath the covers, as if that could magically make him go away. I felt a warm kiss on my forehead then he left the room. I should of asked him what happened but I’m not sure I wanted to know. I got dressed quickly and walked out of his room. Disheveled and disoriented I walked right into the living room where four of his friends were hanging out. After 10 of the most awkward seconds of my life he followed me to the door. ” I had fun,” he said but before he could lean in for a kiss I gave him a high-five. I guess I’ll never know.

PUBIC HAIR STYLIST

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One day I came across an article about the different ways one can shave their pubic hair. Intrigued and bored I decided to try “The Martini Glass.” I’m not exactly the most artistic person, in-fact I’m awful but I tried my best. I was proud that it at least resembled a martini glass but it was far from perfect. I kept trying to even if out but I just kept making things worse. Eventually I forgot about my short-lived career as a pubic hair stylist and went about my day. That night I unexpectedly ran into my friend with benefits. I completely forgot about the deformed martini glass until he took off my underwear. Too late to do anything about it I decided to own it and play it off as a joke. He stared at it for a few seconds then laughed and high-fived me. I think I feel I’m love a little.

THREE PUMPS

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After six months of heavy drinking, good friends and various hallalifonogens. I got over my ex. Of course that’s when he decided to text me. It didn’t help that I was just drunk enough to think that answering him was a good idea. After a few more beers I would of been too busy singing “Total Eclipse of The Heart “to reply. I wasn’t surprised when the friendly conversation quickly turned sexual. Or when he picked me up later that night and drove to our “spot” …that use to be romantic.  We quickly moved to the back seat and he ripped off my clothes. I guess he thought that texting was enough foreplay because he just stuck it right in. One pump, two pumps, three pumps and he was done.

SURPRISE!

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After a night of drinking my boyfriend and I went back to his apartment to have sex. After I came I went down on him. He was trying to tell me something but I couldn’t decode his slurred-drunken speech. He sounded like he was enjoying what I was doing so I didn’t want to stop to ask him what he said. Not long after he mumbled again, but this time is sounded like a question. I decided just to nod. What was I suppose to do take his dick out of my mouth and ask him to repeat himself!? A second later he pulled out and came all over my face. I stood there in shock, covered in his semen. Apparently he was asking me if he could cum on my face.

LESSON LEARNED: KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING YES TO. 

THE HEAD PUSH GAME

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Our relationship was over, not technically, but we both knew it was only a matter of time. We tried our best to hide our pain during a natural friends graduation party, but with every Twisted Tea I grew more annoyed by his existence. It just got to the point where every single thing he did or said drove me insane. I was mad at him for breathing, yes breathing.. as if he could somehow stop. The way he lifted his pants up made me feel like he was stabbing me with a knife. His laugh sent chills up my spine and his jokes were not longer funny. Unfortunately alcohol had the opposite effect on him. Tripping over his feet and slurring his speech he begged me to go to his car to “talk.” I sat there looking down awkwardly, as I explained to him how I felt. He placed his hand on the top of my head and slightly rubbed my scalp, consoling me, but all I could think was YOU’RE MESSING UP MY HAIR. After a few second he lightly pushed my head down towards his lap, confused I looked up at him. He did it again, but this time with force. We sat there for five minutes playing the head push game. ((The Head Push Game: When a man continues to push a woman’s head towards his crotch, trying to get her to suck his dick, while the woman lifts her head, clearly denying his request.))  I couldn’t take it anymore so I left the car and broke up with him over the phone.