I’ve been igcognito as of late. Trying not to get myself into too much trouble so sorry about in the infrequency of my cunt chronicle. But here’s one that I have been meaning to get off my chest.
I was out with my friends one night and we ended up all going to Chinatown. Now going anywhere in the lower half of Manhattan is always dangerous for me because of a guy who I know is always down for a good fuck no matter what time of night. He is my shameless Manhattan booty call. The great thing about this guy is that he is the biggest asshole on the face of the planet. A cocky mothefucker who thinks he’s God’s gift to women and everyone else for that matter. I would never want to date this guy and I do feel guilty that I am feeding his ego by continuing to sleep with him – but the sex has always been really good. Until this one night after a heavy drinking session I end up at his place drunk and horny. I’m a little hesitant to get straight down to business but he didn’t waste time.
“Come on, I know you want to fuck me.”
I cringe at hearing those words come out of his mouth but I surrender and put my hands above my head as he lifts my top up over my head and throws it on the ground. I mutter to myself;
“Urghhh, you are such a cunt.”
I unzip my skirt and it drops to the floor. I look at him and he grabs and pushes me on the bed. Immediately he rips off my underwear and starts sticking his fingers inside me. I moan half in pleasure and half in pain. He grabs a condom and prepares to stick his dick inside me. I semi sobered up at this point and tried to slow things down. But he wasn’t listening. He grabbed both my legs and put them over his shoulders and drove his penis inside me so hard I couldn’t help but let out an awkward yelp. I scrambled for something to hold on to. He grabs my leather choker and yanks my head forward.
I yell “I’m out,” and try and get off the bed. I can handle rough sex, but when I feel like I’m on the precipice of murder, that’s when I throw in the towel.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“I’m fucking out.”
“No, you’re not.”
He grabs me and starts trying playing with my tits. He grabs them and pushes his mouth on my left one and bites down.
I punch him in the head.
“Oi you fucking dick! Don’t do that!”
I push him off and start searching round for my clothes. I was fed up with being banged and bruised I just wanted to go home. He still hadn’t got the hint though and came up behind me as I was putting on my bra and got his hand under my skirt and pulled my undies to the side and decided to put all his fingers in every orifice I have down there. I started hysterically crying and then he finally pulls away.
“Are you fucking happy now?” I scream at him.
“Are you fucking happy now that you’ve made me cry? Get fucked.”
I look for the rest of my shit that was sprawled on the floor as I was still hysterically crying. He at silent on the bed watching me.
- The Pink Chalice