Hey, shameless crew, what’s good?
I’m dropping my first wild tale here, so buckle up!
Here’s the deal—I was 18, fresh off the boat in St. Petersburg, straight from my tiny nowhere town.
Back home, my parents kept me on a tight leash, no fun allowed, so when I hit the big city, I went full savage: boozing, partying, hitting every sweaty club in sight.
One night, I stumbled down one of Piter’s infamous sin streets—y’all know the vibe, though they shut that shithole down since.
I got absolutely hammered, trolling for someone to crash the night with.
Spotted a chick, made out hard, hands all over each other, and hell yeah, we rolled back to her place. She looked hot—or at least, my drunk ass thought so.
We get there, climb the stairs, step into her pad, and I’m already hyped for some raw action.
Then, from a smoke-drenched kitchen, a dude’s voice growls, “The fuck you ain’t alone?”
She fires back, “I’m getting even, asshole. You drag random sluts home from the club all the time.”
Somehow, this psycho calms down—what kind of fucked-up relationship even is this?
We crash into bed, and I’m like, “Fuck it, I’m out,” too wasted to bounce in the middle of the night.
Next thing I know, she’s taking turns blowing us both.
What the hell, right? I couldn’t even finish—shit was too weird, and I was way too smashed.
Then she starts pushing for a double-team with her damn husband, but I’m so done I fake a back injury, acting like I can’t even move.
Passed out like that.
Morning comes, and she keeps creeping into the room, checking if I’m awake, even trying to jerk me off, but I play dead harder than ever.
Finally, when she stops hovering, I bolt—throw on my clothes, sprint out the door, not a word said.
I was completely fucking floored.
Hit that like, and I’ve got more insane first-year college chaos to spill!
#wildnights #wtf #crazystories #piterparties
I’m dropping my first wild tale here, so buckle up!
Here’s the deal—I was 18, fresh off the boat in St. Petersburg, straight from my tiny nowhere town.
Back home, my parents kept me on a tight leash, no fun allowed, so when I hit the big city, I went full savage: boozing, partying, hitting every sweaty club in sight.
One night, I stumbled down one of Piter’s infamous sin streets—y’all know the vibe, though they shut that shithole down since.
I got absolutely hammered, trolling for someone to crash the night with.
Spotted a chick, made out hard, hands all over each other, and hell yeah, we rolled back to her place. She looked hot—or at least, my drunk ass thought so.
We get there, climb the stairs, step into her pad, and I’m already hyped for some raw action.
Then, from a smoke-drenched kitchen, a dude’s voice growls, “The fuck you ain’t alone?”
She fires back, “I’m getting even, asshole. You drag random sluts home from the club all the time.”
Somehow, this psycho calms down—what kind of fucked-up relationship even is this?
We crash into bed, and I’m like, “Fuck it, I’m out,” too wasted to bounce in the middle of the night.
Next thing I know, she’s taking turns blowing us both.
What the hell, right? I couldn’t even finish—shit was too weird, and I was way too smashed.
Then she starts pushing for a double-team with her damn husband, but I’m so done I fake a back injury, acting like I can’t even move.
Passed out like that.
Morning comes, and she keeps creeping into the room, checking if I’m awake, even trying to jerk me off, but I play dead harder than ever.
Finally, when she stops hovering, I bolt—throw on my clothes, sprint out the door, not a word said.
I was completely fucking floored.
Hit that like, and I’ve got more insane first-year college chaos to spill!
#wildnights #wtf #crazystories #piterparties
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