The Mouse
06-11-2003, 04:52 PM
I was at the local coffee joint for lunch like usual, reading my book and indulging myself in a smooth smoke. Everything was calm and quiet and I was quite relaxed, then she walked by. This girl couldn’t have been more than a hundred pounds in weight. She was damn thin, with a little bit of meat in her ass, and breasts that were obviously fake but exceptionally perfect; round and perky. Her face was kind of cute too. As she walked passed me to go inside I felt my legs go week and I started to shutter as I was slowly turned on.
I didn’t go up to her and talk to her because I knew that a girl that looks like that is just asking for trouble. I mean, I’ve dated a model before so I know how that goes. Every single mother ****ing guy hits on her where ever she goes, you know? I’m not really the jealous type but I got in a lot of fights with other guys because of the way she looked. So as I sat there and reminisced on my previous experiences, I declined on the voice in my head that was telling me to go up and talk to her. This girl had to be a model, **** star, or one of those high-class prostitutes that celebrities and higher end business men use. I don’t know, I think I did the right thing giving my previous experience with girls that look this good.
I didn’t go up to her and talk to her because I knew that a girl that looks like that is just asking for trouble. I mean, I’ve dated a model before so I know how that goes. Every single mother ****ing guy hits on her where ever she goes, you know? I’m not really the jealous type but I got in a lot of fights with other guys because of the way she looked. So as I sat there and reminisced on my previous experiences, I declined on the voice in my head that was telling me to go up and talk to her. This girl had to be a model, **** star, or one of those high-class prostitutes that celebrities and higher end business men use. I don’t know, I think I did the right thing giving my previous experience with girls that look this good.