Essentially, I remember claiming, "I can fuck you like you've never been fucked before, and I could really not give a shit what your sexual orientation is." But in a I-dare-you, threatening way? I remember our hands were either on each other's heads or necks or shoulders, but in a really tense stare-down sort of pose. Anyways, I think we might have actually scruffled for a tiny, tiny bit and then somehow it all blew over and we went to our respective beds. I think we were "angrily joking," which naturally only makes sense when one is drunk, but all pretense aside, I remember waking up the next day horrified of having woken up in bed naked next to him. And then thinking, "Well, hey, if it was good, plllffft!And then I couldn't stop thinking how damn funny it all was. There's more from last night, but that explains this
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Oh wow.
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