I got away from my former group of friends some time ago, and haven’t looked back. One woman, a hot redhead who’s also a bit of a bar chick, was friends with me and us, so she came around a lot, too. I got away from her for months, until seeing her at another bar for lunch one weekend. Didn’t speak, then we did. Talked about “them”, the former group, she got away from them, too, then gave me a direct, in bar chick directness “You’re going to f*** me now, today, right”, and that she was “Due for my c***”.

I admit, instead of refusing, and, saying not to wanting to bury my face in that a**-length mane of hair of hers, as well as bury my other thing inside of her, I easily said yes. Paid our bill and went back to my house for the afternoon and early evening. She’s a bit of a s*** now, but, at least I got my turns with her. Had her twice since.