I moved into my new apartment just this past Monday. I had no internet access…I had no connections. So there I sat in NascarVille, two weeks before class and my assistanceship began, and I was craving some of the dark meat like it was nobody’s business. But in the meantime, there was this wicked jungle fever that was hindering my thought processes.įor the sake of anonymity (and realism), we’ll call my new location NascarVille. That’s right, I’m on track to becoming a doctor. You’ve obviously happened upon the wrong page…Īfter my last few exploits…alright, who am I kidding…after my last several dozen undocumented exploits, I found myself graduating from graduate school, quitting my waiting tables job and leaving my sexy, drug-addicted, occasional bootie call, moving in with my parents, and then moving again to a small, quiet, we’re-big-fans-of-NASCAR southern Illinois community to continue my education even further. If this type of story offends you, or if you are not allowed by law to continue, then please don’t continue. The story involves sex between two consenting adults. The events depicted are entirely true, but because I didn’t record it, some of the dialogue has been embellished a little – but only some. Alright fellas, the following story is the latest edition in my often torrid sex life.
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