hot sauce with a baby in hand

the last time I saw this clown in my cafe, he tried to secretly buy me a coffee while his girlfriend waited outside with their dog. we have fucked one & a half times & the dog came after the second. He describes his needs as infectious. he's been watching my house. my roommates get freaked out. I'm not embarrassed for having been with him, I'm exclusively mortified he thinks I need his attention any more than I've already asked. We haven't fucked since February, only hugged twice since then. He's jealous of my purpleheart. The breaking point should have been the leash. As an intentionally audacious bitch, I resent casual acts if bawdiness. I told my purpleheart about the clown & he presented a means to an end.

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