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It’s been a little while, plus it is Thursday night (which was our date night).

What better time for another Donut tale?

Now, I know right now Donut is probably spending his night off with HER. The girl he left me for. But thats OK, because I know everytime that he fucks her he’s thinking of me.

Oh my little puff pastry, how I love thee! I just want to send you sexy pictures of myself like I used to.

*sigh*

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Back to the story:

Donut had invited me to a concert (more like I invited myself). After my back and forth decision making about seeing him again I decided to go.

You see, after I had sex with him, everything changed.

Thats why I ran out of his apartment that night. I knew I was in for it but I didn’t care. After all, I had waited six long years to have him back and I was going to make damn sure I played his game HIS way.

So, I did what any love sick, game playing, crack whore would do.

I put on skin tight, black sequined pants, a ripped rocker tee and
a pair of six inch heels.

I towered over Donut in my heels but he didn’t mind. He loves heels. He liked the pants too. He told me my ass looked sexy.

On my way to Donut’s ghetto shack I received a text from him asking if he drove to the show, would I drive back. I responded saying that I thought it should be the other way around.

Donut then said, “You drink before the show. I’ll drink during. The beer there is too expensive. I’m not buying you shit.”

Such a charmer, that maple bar!

I arrived, Donut was already a few beers in. He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. It was his STD test.

“Look,” Donut said, “I don’t have AIDS.”

Donut paused. He blinked. Then, with his eyes to the floor he continued,

“I was thinking, if I did have AIDS, you would probably have AIDS too. Then we would have to get married because we could only fuck each other…….or I guess we could fuck other people with AIDS.”

I looked at him like he was crazy, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Then I giggled. ❤ ❤

Donut is such a romantic!

❤ Here he was discussing marriage with me again! ❤

I had a beer, then we headed to the show.

Once inside I was  getting my  usual male attention. Donut did not like this.

He is insecure.

I bought myself a beer.

We sat down on a picnic bench and talked. I talked, Donut actually listened. He looked me in the eyes, he was interested.

IT WAS REAL GOD DAMN IT!

We finished our beers and headed up to our seats. They were probably the worst seats I've ever had but I  didn't care. I didn't even like the band. I just lied to get the date with Donut.

It was a chilly night. Donut gave me his gloves.

Thats right,

I WAS WEARING HIS GLOVES.

I know what you are thinking. I sound more like an obsessed  teenager than a 32 year old mother of two. But thats how Donut always made me feel.

After a bit we ran out of beer. We walked to the closest vendor together.

You know what happened next?

Donut paid for my beer!

Thats right!

Just after he leaned into the bartender and told him I was a cheap slut.

A cheap slut….

We ended up leaving the show early. On the way out Donut had linked arms with me because of the steep walk back to the car.

A man passed by and said to Donut,

"I guess dreams really do come true!"

The man then licked his lips, he was lusting over me.

Then it happened.

Donut did that weird, full body blush thing.

We went back to his place and had some of the most amazing sex ever! Donut’s cream filling exploded. I convulsed. Then we woke up and did it again in the morning. I’d like to give you more details, but I can not.

Because I LOVE HIM!

Also, because I was pretty drunk.

Now, I know what you are thinking, but you are wrong!

A few days after that I told Donut I might be “hanging out” (if hang out means having a three way) with another guy and Donut flipped out.

Thats right! He got really jealous. He even accused me of looking at a guy at the concert!

For that brief hour or so Donut totally loved me!

4 thoughts on “Donut’s Sequined Slut

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