Sexcapades: Not so sexy shower

Once upon a time, I came to uni longing for the perfect boyfriend — nice, handsome, with a big dick. Honestly, I’m not asking for much am I?   

Last year, I finally thought I’d found the guy I was looking for. He would sit in front of me during lectures. And every now and then when he’d turn around to give me worksheets, he’d smile for little too long.   

One day I was studying at the Palmy Library, and I saw him outside vaping. I am also a vaper, so it was my perfect chance to have a chill smoke with him. We get to chatting and he asks me to go for a drink with him.   

Jumping ahead, we’ve been seeing each other for about four months at this point. He invited me around to his flat for the first time (I know, definitely a red flag that he was only just inviting me to his place after four months).   

His flatties weren’t home, so we started to get frisky in his shower. He’s holding my entire body straddled around him up against the shower wall, railing me. It was hot.   

Once I finally cum, and the horny rose-tinted glasses are gone, I examine the space around me. The shower head is covered in mould. The floor is yellow with assumingly pee stains. But the worst part of all was that the shower was starting to flood.   

We’re still fucking at this point, mind you. He hadn’t finished yet. I told him the shower was flooding but he just shrugged it off and kept going. I tried to play it cool, but the whole bathroom floor was starting to fill up.   

I ran out of the shower and started to put all the towels in sight on the floor trying to manage the flood. This man just stands there, dick going soft.   

One of his flatties comes home, sees the water from under the door, and starts absolutely ripping into us from outside the bathroom. I didn’t stay the night, and I (sadly) kept seeing him for two more months.