We met at the bar one saturday night. We were back at his and ripping each other’s clothes off before we knew it.
I got on my knees and swallowed his load. He spread my legs and ate me out. Then he rode me six ways til Sunday.
By the time we slumped, exhausted, the morning sun was coming through the windows.
I pulled my dress back on but the tights were ruined.
Fuck it, I thought as I walked barefoot down the road carrying my ridiculously high heels. This ain’t no walk of shame, it’s a stride of pride.
