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Woe_Foe
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I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!
While I may have not spoken those words outright, I might as well have, given the fowl expression on my face. I don't know quite what I was expecting, it seemed to have been coming for some time now. Eighteen years old and done with high school - I was naive enough to expect my five year relationship to last forever. But when Rick had finally made up his mind about going to Arizona State University, reality hit me like a truck. Now, I desperately wanted to convince him to stay in New York with me, but he was convinced that this city wasn't for him... And as it turns out, neither was I.
I suppose that's how I ended up here, alone at some bar. It was a bad idea in retrospect, because not only was I alone in downtown New York, but that I was a light drinker. The latter must have been imprinted right on my face, since from the very moment that I got in, I was surrounded by guys offering me drinks. I always politely declined, for obvious reasons. I was not going to be taken advantaged of.
I had to admit, however, that the attention felt pretty nice. I was a shy girl however, so I never really acted upon all the stares that I was getting. It was an odd thing - while my eyes said "I'm a nice girl, leave me alone", my body was practically sculptured for sin.
Dressing a bit more modestly might have helped my cause, you might imagine. Here I was wearing a purple cocktail dress which hugged my hourglass body perfectly. I was blessed with such a body; a slim figure, soft pale skin, huge DDD cup breasts and a plump but firm ass. My long blonde hair also got its share of attention, match by my gorgeous face and green eyes. These features, put together with my long legs and high heels, made me seem dressed to kill. Too bad that I wasn't in such a mood...
My legs crossed, the bartender handed me a drink.
"Wait...I didn't order anything." I told the bartender curiously.
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While I may have not spoken those words outright, I might as well have, given the fowl expression on my face. I don't know quite what I was expecting, it seemed to have been coming for some time now. Eighteen years old and done with high school - I was naive enough to expect my five year relationship to last forever. But when Rick had finally made up his mind about going to Arizona State University, reality hit me like a truck. Now, I desperately wanted to convince him to stay in New York with me, but he was convinced that this city wasn't for him... And as it turns out, neither was I.
I suppose that's how I ended up here, alone at some bar. It was a bad idea in retrospect, because not only was I alone in downtown New York, but that I was a light drinker. The latter must have been imprinted right on my face, since from the very moment that I got in, I was surrounded by guys offering me drinks. I always politely declined, for obvious reasons. I was not going to be taken advantaged of.
I had to admit, however, that the attention felt pretty nice. I was a shy girl however, so I never really acted upon all the stares that I was getting. It was an odd thing - while my eyes said "I'm a nice girl, leave me alone", my body was practically sculptured for sin.
Dressing a bit more modestly might have helped my cause, you might imagine. Here I was wearing a purple cocktail dress which hugged my hourglass body perfectly. I was blessed with such a body; a slim figure, soft pale skin, huge DDD cup breasts and a plump but firm ass. My long blonde hair also got its share of attention, match by my gorgeous face and green eyes. These features, put together with my long legs and high heels, made me seem dressed to kill. Too bad that I wasn't in such a mood...
My legs crossed, the bartender handed me a drink.
"Wait...I didn't order anything." I told the bartender curiously.
[Open to one dominant male. Please PM me if you're interested. Thank you.