Dating nikki sixx
Not to be read by anyone under 18, unless you’re a hot chick. Barrow, AK (not really, but you can still drop by and see who lives there if you want) The following is completely fictional.
Any resemblance to reality is entirely coincidental.
At first Dove had tried to say he actually liked me, but I’d seen it enough that I knew exactly what it was about.
You see, back in high school and college I was one of those guys that liked the challenge of fucking women in relationships, the more committed the better.
No, it was her two-hundred-fifty pounds of pure muscle boyfriend that convinced me to change my ways.
He walked in just as I was basting his girlfriend’s cervix with my gravy.
Not the woman herself, because she was actually really easy.
Less than an hour after meeting her, we were in her room with her feet pointed at the ceiling and my balls bouncing off her butt cheeks with each thrust.
“I’m meeting Ryan for dinner and you tagging along probably wouldn’t be the best way to make him happy,” Dove said, shrugging her shoulders.
So after that I naturally shied away from women altogether for a little while, and made a conscious effort to stay away from anyone with a boyfriend for even longer.