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wrong bed |h.s. au|

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"Oh, Wilma?" I called silently into the dark room. 

I squint through the darkness to see my extremely hot and very willing date for the evening already in bed waiting for me.

"How the fuck did you get in here so fast?" I whisper while clumsily pulling off my Fred Flintstone costume. I slowly pull back the blanket and crawl into bed, wrapping my arms around her. 

"I can make your bed rock." I seductively whisper into her ear and start to kiss her neck.

I feel her body stiffen under me before I'm suddenly elbowed square in the nose and knocked off the bed.

"WHAT THE?! Who the fuck are you?!" A girl who is most definitely not my date screeches as she turns on her bedside lamp.

"Oh shit. Wrong bed."Todos los derechos reservados

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