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Tears ran down my cheeks as I got to my dorm room. The breakup was easily the worst thing that I have ever gone through. Johnathan was my boyfriend for six years, so when I received that dreaded voice mail, I was crushed. I mean - he didn’t even have the decency of telling me face to face or at the very least, telling me through an actual conversation, rather than leaving a cold empty message for me to receive on my way home.
The message was undoubtedly the exclamation point to the train-wreck that our relationship was and spoke wonders of his character… It goes without saying that I felt as if I wasted six god damn years to my life, all for naught. "Come Julie, you can get over this..." I thought to myself, over and over.
The thoughts were in vain, as it turned out, as I began to wonder what he was doing or just what brought him to break up with me so suddenly? Sure there were signs, but not immediate enough for something so drastic. I couldn’t help but contemplate the idea that maybe, just maybe, he was cheating on me - or had been for a long time. We did go to different colleges, after all, so it wasn't outside the realm of possibility. Here I was in Chicago, while he stayed in New York.
This sadness however, rapidly began to turn into some sort of anger. I’m sure that others have felt the same way before and I most definitely would not be the last to experience this rebound. I began to remember all the chances that I did have the chance to go out with other guys, but refrained from doing so. I was an attractive woman, without a doubt. My friends wouldn’t ever let me forget it, with a playful grab or swat. I stood at 5’7, had long brown hair, beautiful eyes, perfect face structure and pouty soft lips. Along with that, a curvy hourglass body, with heavy DDD cups breasts and a plump ass, matched with my long legs. Needless to say that I had many guy friends, but the only one that I could think of at this very moment was none other than Thomas.
Thomas was notorious amongst us first year female students, as he’s been known as a womanizer. My second year friends told me of his reputation and how he’d do just about anything to get into a woman’s pants. I would jokingly ask what was the difference between him and other men then - to get my answer that he would do the most degrading things to women and had the effect of them wanting more. Obviously at the time, I was disgusted by such words. That didn’t stop him however, from constantly calling out to me, the young nineteen year old student, and making sure that I remembered his name. He would equally ask for my IM account, along with my phone number until one day I cracked and gave them to him.
He did have charisma, I'll give him that.
Now, home alone after a breakup, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, I should give him a call. Oh, not to let him have his way with me. Just enough to, in the back of my mind, get even with Jonathan…
So, I bit my lip as I logged in and saw him online. My heart raced in my chest, pounding away, as I messaged him now at 11 PM.
(( Hi! I need one dominant male player to write as Thomas. Obviously, if the name isn't to your liking, we can change it. And so, if you are at all interested, give me a shout by PM. Thanks!
)
The message was undoubtedly the exclamation point to the train-wreck that our relationship was and spoke wonders of his character… It goes without saying that I felt as if I wasted six god damn years to my life, all for naught. "Come Julie, you can get over this..." I thought to myself, over and over.
The thoughts were in vain, as it turned out, as I began to wonder what he was doing or just what brought him to break up with me so suddenly? Sure there were signs, but not immediate enough for something so drastic. I couldn’t help but contemplate the idea that maybe, just maybe, he was cheating on me - or had been for a long time. We did go to different colleges, after all, so it wasn't outside the realm of possibility. Here I was in Chicago, while he stayed in New York.
This sadness however, rapidly began to turn into some sort of anger. I’m sure that others have felt the same way before and I most definitely would not be the last to experience this rebound. I began to remember all the chances that I did have the chance to go out with other guys, but refrained from doing so. I was an attractive woman, without a doubt. My friends wouldn’t ever let me forget it, with a playful grab or swat. I stood at 5’7, had long brown hair, beautiful eyes, perfect face structure and pouty soft lips. Along with that, a curvy hourglass body, with heavy DDD cups breasts and a plump ass, matched with my long legs. Needless to say that I had many guy friends, but the only one that I could think of at this very moment was none other than Thomas.
Thomas was notorious amongst us first year female students, as he’s been known as a womanizer. My second year friends told me of his reputation and how he’d do just about anything to get into a woman’s pants. I would jokingly ask what was the difference between him and other men then - to get my answer that he would do the most degrading things to women and had the effect of them wanting more. Obviously at the time, I was disgusted by such words. That didn’t stop him however, from constantly calling out to me, the young nineteen year old student, and making sure that I remembered his name. He would equally ask for my IM account, along with my phone number until one day I cracked and gave them to him.
He did have charisma, I'll give him that.
Now, home alone after a breakup, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, I should give him a call. Oh, not to let him have his way with me. Just enough to, in the back of my mind, get even with Jonathan…
So, I bit my lip as I logged in and saw him online. My heart raced in my chest, pounding away, as I messaged him now at 11 PM.
” (( Hi! I need one dominant male player to write as Thomas. Obviously, if the name isn't to your liking, we can change it. And so, if you are at all interested, give me a shout by PM. Thanks!
)
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I'm going to go out into the lobby, I think. Unless if you want to come over my place?" My God, what was I thinking?
