Angelic
I ended up at a party at a park on Labor Day. Six beers into the afternoon my brain started thinking the way a brain does after six beers, with my cock. I dialed my friend from the Friday before and left a quick message to see what she was up to.
The next Saturday morning I woke up, rolled over, looked at my phone and saw a voicemail…from the stripper.
“Hey ******, it’s K****…or Ryan. Whatever the fuck I told you my name was, um, from F****. But I just wanted to let you know I got your message and I wasn’t um…fuckin around about…you know…hanging out and shit. I’d really like to. I just got caught up this week with a bunch of court dates and…bullshit…um. But yeah, give me a call. I mean, I knew it was too late for you to answer…it’s like three in the morning. But I just meant to call you today and I was so fuckin busy with work and other shit that I didn’t get to early enough. So I thought I’d leave you a message that you could…wake up to or whatever. But just give me a call back and uh…we should definitely get together sometime this week. Have a goodnight. Bye.”
I’m in love with a stripper.
2 years ago