The Bored Single Bloggers' Club
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Close...but not quite.
So BSB's resident tigress, Cat, was on the prowl again Friday night. Still standing after eight shots of tequila and half a pitcher of margarita, she was able to snag a tall, dusky Dutch-Indian expat from one of the Metro's trendiest bars.
They started kissing in the cab, on the way to his swanky hotel room. Cat told herself, This is a sure thing, ha! I'm getting some real action tonight!
The setting couldn't have been better...for a one-night stand that is. And rolling all over the bed, hot and bothered and naked and kissing like there was no tomorrow, he stopped.
What's wrong? Cat asks.
I'm sorry, he says. I made a promise, it's really not fair. A very conservative Indian girl back home, he says.
Oh, Cat replies, thankful she had that much alcohol in her system to depress the reaction somewhat. Thinking of something to say, she asks, How old are you?
Twenty-one, he answers.
No way?! You don't look twenty-one! Cat exclaims.
I'm really sorry, it's not you...I'm really sorry. He apologizes some more.
Cat, being the nice, understanding, inebriated pussy she is, smiles sweetly, rolls over and takes a nap. Two hours later, she leaves.
He didn't look twenty-one, he didn't look twenty-one...she mutters to herself.
(BSB peeps, if you want any more lurid details, like how tiny his member was and how in less than a minute after I put it in my mouth that he, er, came, I'm not telling. And, no, this has never happened to THE Cat before. No man has denied Cat sex once they're alone.)
Contributed by categorically imperative ::
11:46 PM ::
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