Sometimes You Just Want to F*CK
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All good things must end and I had my fill. The remaining guys looking at me with hopeful, puppy dog eyes were shit out of luck. I came, I saw and I fucked and now I was going home.
Twisting, I rolled over and onto my feet. I pulled down my skirt, wiggled my halter back over my breasts. Sated like never before, I picked up my drink. The ice had long melted, but I didn’t care. I drained it in a single pull, shoved the guys surrounding the booth out of my way and walked out of the bar.
I promised myself to find a good fuck buddy, because this was a once in a lifetime deal. Never would I do anything like this again. But I would never regret it either.
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About the Author
Brindle Chase is an award winning and best selling author of paranormal and contemporary erotic romance. He also likes to dabble in erotica, because sometimes you just want to fuck. No plot, no reason, no fluff, just action. Thus, this short story. You can find more of his stories at www.forlorn-hope.net or your favorite bookseller.