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A Day to Forget

Grabbing my clothes, I darted into the downpour in a panic. Roaring off for the interstate, I felt the slimy ejaculate begin to slide through my rectum and between my ass cheeks. I felt disgusted, used, and degraded beyond all that I had ever know as real. Once in my home, I showered using Lava and bleach until my skin burned, and then gargled until my tongue went numb. Going through my clothes, I found my wallet intact, and other than the unexpected experience of having my rear end ravaged, I was no worse for the experience. For the next several days, it felt weird when I took a shit. A week passed. My boss apologized, I learned that I never had truly enjoyed the company of the tramp that I had caught screwing around in my bed, and I visited the small unobtrusive bar just off the interstate on several occasions. In retrospect, the entire experience had been an enlightening one, and I have every intent of sharing that with her if we ever meet again.