I got into a fight at a bar with some young punk. Knocked him down when he started getting handsy with a lady. I walked home, he followed me. He was almost crying.
He kissed me.
We went inside and he let me f*** him, enter him. I can’t believe that I’m typing it. Its surreal now. He just kept saying “please.” and “I’m sorry.” I came after he did.
He left his number. I’ve been alone for 3 years. I’m thinking of calling him.
