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Happy Hour

Sex with BBWA friend and I went to an Irish Pub yesterday for Happy Hour.  It was the only Irish Pub I have ever been in where there were no Irish people.  I suppose I will have to actually travel to Ireland to go into a ‘real’ pub.  Anyway, we were drinking a LOT.  I am still a little bit hung over from the whole thing, but when I woke up this morning, I had someone in my bed.  Usually I do not do one night stands, and I honestly could not remember this person being at the Pub at all so for a little bit I had no idea where they came from.

I moved out of bed and took a shower to get ready for my day.  When I came out of the bathroom he was still there.  He smiled at me and said, “Where the fuck am I?” I laughed, I said, “And who the FUCK are you?” We both started to laugh, but then it died down and things got awkward.  I helped him find his clothing and we were just chit chatting a little bit and I was really hoping that he would leave. 

I made myself some breakfast and it was quiet so I thought he left.  Which was fine by me, since I still didn’t know who the hell the guy was.  I guess we must of had sex, but I wasn’t even sure about that.  I read the paper, then turned the TV on and went upstairs to finish getting dressed and the mystery man was back in my bed with a HUGE hard on.  He said he couldn’t leave just yet.  He held out his hand and I took it.

We fucked like rabbits for a long time.  I got up and took another shower and when I came out he was really gone this time.  I went downstairs with a smile on my face until I saw that he fucking stole my TV and iPhone! I can’t believe I got ripped off, but at least I was fucked well.


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