Hate fuck

A confessional - she shit me right off but the sex was intense.

Just to set the mood, our first date at a cafe was one we both wanted to end really quick. I’m an arrogant dick and she is a conceited twat. It wasn’t blending at all.

6 months later we spoke again. Because the date was so bad, we both remembered it standing out so much. Were used to getting what we want and things going our way.

We met up for a cocktail in the city, she drank loads because I was loud and obnoxious. I drank more because she wouldn’t shut up about herself.

Then, defences down, we made out. I touched her inappropriately and she spat on my fingers and put them inside her. Good thing we had a corner booth.

Fuck it.

Organised a hotel down the road.

Made it there and luckily it had floor to ceiling mirrors which we could use to watch ourselves when we grew tired of looking at the other.

To be fair, tight pussy and fat cock works well when you’re up for it. It looked good. It felt good.

We finished and immediately remembered how much we disliked the other. She fucked off quickly and I stayed in the hotel - got a hooker in and fucked someone I could at least respect.

We did it again about 4 times in the next 12 months before releasing we’d exhausted the hate.