She insisted they watch old TRL reruns while they fucked and three times he caught her mouthing along to an Usher video when she should have at least been pretending to enjoy the sex. Regret overtook him the moment he came on her chest, which was when he noticed the one long curly hair growing from between her tits.
“Post coital regret,” he sigh whispered as he climbed off her.
She rolled over onto her stomach and steam rose off of her sweaty ass, “Oh, this my favorite Britney video, turn it up.”
Still panting, “This is as loud as it’s going to get, it’s 3 in the morning, my neighbors a fucking psycho bitch and I’m not about to give her a good reason to start knocking on my fucking wall.”
The TV’s power over her was unflinching as she stared hypnotically at Britney dancing.
“I feel worse right now than I did last week at the Chinese rub and tug. The mamasan that jerked me off had to be at least 55 and her teeth, well the ones that hadn’t fallen out, were yellow as fuck. Did you hear anything I just said?”
“It’s toxiiiiiiiiiic.”
“Get the fuck out of my house right now.”
She put up a light struggle but he managed to get her out by throwing a squeaky toy outside of his front door, which she gladly chased.
He spent the rest of the morning having a dead eyed breakfast then staring at himself in the mirror for twenty minutes in silence while thinking about how hard it was to find a normal girl in the big city.

Author: redfishsmoking

i am a homeless drug addict from brooklyn with an obama phone and i have a crush on the nurse at the methadone clinic

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