Sunday night I hooked up with this guy that I met at a party. We started making out, and then we went to one of the bedrooms. After things got steamy hot hot hot, he stops and says: you are special, let’s go to my place.
I thought he was very cute and romantic, and on the cab ride to his place I thought I could seriously falling in love with such a nice guy, who wanted to take me to his place instead of an impersonal someone else’s bedroom.

So we get there, and everything is perfect, there’s music, candles, soft lights, I could tell he was really into me . . . “could he be the one?” I was thinking to myself.

The sex was great, we did it every which possible way, on and off the bed, on the couch, on the terrace, you name it! It was great, HE WAS GREAT!

The morning after, he tells me that he’s got something for me, he leans under the bed, and takes out a cute teddy bear with a T-shirt. Curious I ask him what “#100” printed on the bear’s T shirt means and he replies: “You are my #100, I have had sex with 100 women! Congratulations”.

I felt so sick to my stomach I wanted to puke, I grabbed my shoes and clothes and dashed out of the place.

What’s wrong with you people?????

I thought he was very cute and romantic, and on the cab ride to his place I thought I could seriously falling in love with such a nice guy, who wanted to take me to his place instead of an impersonal someone else’s bedroom.

ORIGINAL: pturbo

Just how "shocked" can a chick be that hooks up with a guy she just met at a party and bangs him six ways to Sunday? Was she upset because she is only on #63? That could just be due to age difference. I'm sure she is well on her way to giving that bear away to her 100th.

ORIGINAL: 4dot





HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! i'm sure the first ninty-nine other 'special' ladies felt the exact same way!! my hats off to the gentleman for perfecting a system...................................BWAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA!!!