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sense of shame and disgust rolls over me, and I open my mouth, ready to apologize for being such a brute. Yes, I did warn her, but that was out of control.
But she surprises me as she turns her head and with hooded eyes pants, “Let’s do that again.”
7
Just a Man
DIXON
I wake the next morning , my body screaming at me for falling asleep at such an awkward angle. One half of me is sprawled out on the sofa, while the other half is on the floor. And I’ve just come to realize, I’m pantless. The top three buttons of my white shirt are also missing, as they became victim to Juliet’s inquisitive fingers.
Memories from last night assault my now-sober brain, and I look down at my lap, the stickiness clinging to my crotch highlighting what a fucking idiot I am.
Just as my body was collapsing into an exhausted heap after round three, I felt Juliet climb on top of me and fuck the living hell out of me until I forgot my own name. After that, I’m pretty sure I passed out, sticky and spent, and that’s where I have remained.
Squinting with one eye closed, I see it’s just on 7 a.m. I wonder where Juliet is as I take in my surroundings. The small living room is elegantly decorated, and I take a moment to appreciate the stylish furnishings, as last night, the only thing I was appreciating was Juliet’s ass.
I notice my pants are across the room, and Juliet’s fluff ball dog is currently using them for her bed. I wearily stand and moan, as my overworked muscles feel like they’ve been skinned from the bone. Shooing off Marcia or Macy, or whatever its name is, I tuck my crinkled shirt into my pants. I then decide to try to find Juliet because I feel stupid waiting out here.
Not wanting to aimlessly wander around her apartment, I walk down the hallway in hopes the first room will reveal Juliet inside. I sneak a look inside, as I don’t want to invade her privacy, which is ridiculous, seeing as I didn’t mind violating her privacy last night.
When I see that she’s not in there, I decide to take a look in the bathroom. However, that search is also fruitless. Deciding to freshen up, I try to tame my messy hair, but quickly give up and instead use the toilet, splash some water on my face, and gargle with some mouthwash, hoping to look and smell semi-human.
There is another door down the hallway, but I decide to wait it out in the kitchen, as Juliet would have no doubt heard me moving around, alerting her to the fact I’m awake. However, thirty minutes later, I’m clawing at the walls, desperate for a shower, a couple of Advil, and a cup of coffee. But I feel rude leaving without at least seeing Juliet. After last night, the least I can do is wait, but then a thought hits me. What if she didn’t want me to wait? She would have surely left a note if she did, letting me know where she went. But as I scour the counter, I see there is no sign of a note.
Suddenly feeling like a right royal dumbass, I reach for my discarded tie on the back of the sofa, say goodbye to the mutt, and then slam the door shut behind me. I feel like such a chump, sitting around for a woman who obviously doesn’t want to be found.
As I push the elevator call button, I ignore the pressing thought that Juliet has just…fucked like a man.
However, in this circumstance, I’m the damn woman, waiting for the man to magically appear after their blatant one-night stand, and not getting that it was just that. This is beyond embarrassing. I should feel relieved, but I’m not.
Bolting out the elevator doors as soon as they slide open, I hang my head, partially as a way to hide my disheveled state, but for the most part, because I’m ashamed. This is my first walk of shame, and I’m going to ensure it’s my last.
Not looking where I’m going, I charge straight into a wafer-thin frame, but quickly reach out to steady her arms before she tumbles to the ground.
Looking down, I don’t know if I should bless, or curse the irony of life as I see
But she surprises me as she turns her head and with hooded eyes pants, “Let’s do that again.”
7
Just a Man
DIXON
I wake the next morning , my body screaming at me for falling asleep at such an awkward angle. One half of me is sprawled out on the sofa, while the other half is on the floor. And I’ve just come to realize, I’m pantless. The top three buttons of my white shirt are also missing, as they became victim to Juliet’s inquisitive fingers.
Memories from last night assault my now-sober brain, and I look down at my lap, the stickiness clinging to my crotch highlighting what a fucking idiot I am.
Just as my body was collapsing into an exhausted heap after round three, I felt Juliet climb on top of me and fuck the living hell out of me until I forgot my own name. After that, I’m pretty sure I passed out, sticky and spent, and that’s where I have remained.
Squinting with one eye closed, I see it’s just on 7 a.m. I wonder where Juliet is as I take in my surroundings. The small living room is elegantly decorated, and I take a moment to appreciate the stylish furnishings, as last night, the only thing I was appreciating was Juliet’s ass.
I notice my pants are across the room, and Juliet’s fluff ball dog is currently using them for her bed. I wearily stand and moan, as my overworked muscles feel like they’ve been skinned from the bone. Shooing off Marcia or Macy, or whatever its name is, I tuck my crinkled shirt into my pants. I then decide to try to find Juliet because I feel stupid waiting out here.
Not wanting to aimlessly wander around her apartment, I walk down the hallway in hopes the first room will reveal Juliet inside. I sneak a look inside, as I don’t want to invade her privacy, which is ridiculous, seeing as I didn’t mind violating her privacy last night.
When I see that she’s not in there, I decide to take a look in the bathroom. However, that search is also fruitless. Deciding to freshen up, I try to tame my messy hair, but quickly give up and instead use the toilet, splash some water on my face, and gargle with some mouthwash, hoping to look and smell semi-human.
There is another door down the hallway, but I decide to wait it out in the kitchen, as Juliet would have no doubt heard me moving around, alerting her to the fact I’m awake. However, thirty minutes later, I’m clawing at the walls, desperate for a shower, a couple of Advil, and a cup of coffee. But I feel rude leaving without at least seeing Juliet. After last night, the least I can do is wait, but then a thought hits me. What if she didn’t want me to wait? She would have surely left a note if she did, letting me know where she went. But as I scour the counter, I see there is no sign of a note.
Suddenly feeling like a right royal dumbass, I reach for my discarded tie on the back of the sofa, say goodbye to the mutt, and then slam the door shut behind me. I feel like such a chump, sitting around for a woman who obviously doesn’t want to be found.
As I push the elevator call button, I ignore the pressing thought that Juliet has just…fucked like a man.
However, in this circumstance, I’m the damn woman, waiting for the man to magically appear after their blatant one-night stand, and not getting that it was just that. This is beyond embarrassing. I should feel relieved, but I’m not.
Bolting out the elevator doors as soon as they slide open, I hang my head, partially as a way to hide my disheveled state, but for the most part, because I’m ashamed. This is my first walk of shame, and I’m going to ensure it’s my last.
Not looking where I’m going, I charge straight into a wafer-thin frame, but quickly reach out to steady her arms before she tumbles to the ground.
Looking down, I don’t know if I should bless, or curse the irony of life as I see
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