I know this is so pathetic and sad but idc. I have an organized purse pharmacy (it’s a 21 slot pill organizer) of almost every over the counter medication I could think of, and I love it. I get a giant thrill from opening my purse pharmacy and offering someone a pill when they need it. Any chance I get I’ll jump at the opportunity to offer someone drugs (only over the counter of course).

You got a headache? Tell me what you need - ibuprofen, Tylenol, Naproxen? You feeling stomach pain? Here’s a gasx. You feeling nauseous? Here’s a Famotidine, Tum, and Pepto bismol pill. Allergies flaring up - you need Claritin, Benadryl, or Xyzal? Period cramps? Here’s a midol. Dizzy? Here’s Dramamine or meclizine - your choice.

I love helping people in any way I can (physically, personally, emotionally, etc.) When someone asks “Does anyone have any (insert over the counter medication)” I genuinely get so excited and proud to say “I gotchu” and help them out.

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He burped on my clit...

... and then kept going.

Not like, a little uh oh burp, I mean, he full on man burped onto my clitoris while going down on me. I felt the hot breath on my hoo-ha ya'll. The scream I nearly scrumpt, bro.

I'm not going to lie, I was stunned. Stunned into starfish mode.

I was instantly a dry water slide. He had to use lube because my sex drive was gone. I WANTED to have sex with this man, I really did. I actually LoOkEd FoRwArD to this sex.

I was just so flabbergasted. I still am!

Not even a "I'm so sorry, excuse me!" I would've taken embarrassment. I would've accepted apologies. We could've laughed about it. But we didn't. Oh god. We didn't. And we ♥♥♥♥♥♥. And I put on my clothes, and I went home and showered.

I'm sorry, but the ick is real, and I will not be seeing him again.

At least say "excuse me!"

Jesus.

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