I went to the bar for some karaoke one night. Earlier that day I had got about five hours of ink done on my back piece, not before piercing a nipple on the way out.
On about five occasions, I have got laid because of my voice. I am not bad at singing I hear.
A bachelorette party was taking place that night and these women were out of control, literally. They all had different colour wigs on too.
Pink Wig came to my table and spat out “where have you been all my life”, among other cheesy lines that women use. It worked of course. She wasted no time to tell me to take her home. “Yes Mam,” I said.
As she rode me, my bandage had come off my back and exposed my freshly laid tattoo. It was hurting like the worse rug burn imaginable so I flipped her over. Pink Wig then asked if she could nibble on my new nipple ring. Why not, right?
As she is nibbling, I felt a sharp pain. Was I having a heart attack? Nope. Pink Wig ripped my nipple ring out. There was blood everywhere. She asked if we should stop. “I don’t fucking think so,” I told her. It would take a lot more than this to keep me down. She wanted rough, I gave her rough. Between the screaming and the blood, it looked like a homicidal crime scene when I was finished. I might add some of the screams were mine.
It took her a while before she returned to my place for seconds! Come to think of it now, one of my nipples is bigger than the other because of this woman. Damn scar tissue.
Excerpt From
Socially Unacceptable
VICTOR BLACK
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