I love parties. Any night I can I'll be at one. The best part about these is meeting girls.
The party at Hanson Dam last month lasted three days! At least that's what I heard. I lef
t early and that's where my story begins. Some where between kegs things got hazy. That was
when I meet Charlotte. When I danced with her I could tell she was obviously unattached. C
harlatte had a face to kill for, a platinum blond, large breasts, and a knock out ass. She
said she had to make some phone calls and asked me over to her apartment. I would have to
be a fool to turn that down!
We fucked most of the night but after the seventh ti
me we were getting tired. I was feeling especially foggy. Charlotte started talking about
how I wasn't so see other girls, you know. I figured she was just into that girl commitme
nt thing and I was saying yea sure and that sort of thing. I sort of meant it but we were o
nly twenty something so if we broke up next week, well that's ok wasn't it? But Charlotte
was going on saying how I would never make love to another girl again, except her. As I wa
tched Charlotte used a hugh knife to cut my dick and balls off. I couldn't do a thing, I w
as so deep into that fog. Charlotte dropped my organs into a pickle jar. With what? Vinega
r I guess. I was just getting onto my feet and stumbled out the door holding my bleeding g
roin while I watched her put the jar into a cabinet with dozens of others. Charlotte was g
iggling, saying how I would only be making love to her now, while she watched my cock settle t
o the bottom of the jar.
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