His Type

Have a little fun Zorra they said , live a little they said , just for one night nothing bad will happen. That's just what I did and wound up waking up in hotel suite with a complete stranger. I eased myself out of the cloud of a bed and searched for my clothing, once I located my things I made quick work of dressing and tip toeing to the door. With one look back to where my bed friend lay sound sleep exited the suite. In hopes of putting that embarrassing night behind me , looks like fate has dealt me a really F**ked up hand because hear I sit in my bathroom three months later looking at two pink lines on a stick. Oh Fuck My Life.

This story is rated M for mature audiences please don't be a hater and report it inappropriate, since I have given a heads up.