I was in a bar, trying to drown away the sorrow of losing my girlfriend. Well, actually, it was my fault. The signs were there but I didn’t read them until it was too late. Just like in the movies, she ran away with my best friend.
I was totally devastated; thus, I didn’t immediately notice the chicks with big black butts in front of me. They were trying to catch my attention. One of the women was waving what looked to me like a CD of booty porn.
I didn’t mind them at first. Then, I began to focus on these chicks. Their big black butts offered promise of an unforgettable night between the sheets. I wonder how they see me. Do they think that I am a loser for trying to drown myself in beer and port? I smiled to myself. Do I really look like a loser now?
The chicks continued to try catching my attention. After a while, I began to wave back. Taking that as a sign, one of the women came over and sat by my side.
“Whatever it is, handsome, you will forget it soon,” she said.
“Alright, I’ve got nothing to lose,” I said.
Smiling broadly at me, she led me to a hotel close to the bar. There, we talked. I wish I could say that we fucked but we really didn’t. We just talked. She’s paid by the hour at the bar so I gave a huge sum as she left me.
That night, I dreamt of the big black butts of the other women in the bar. They were trying to fuck me but I was crying. Then, in my dream, my runaway girlfriend came back to hug me and asked for my forgiveness.
I woke up crying. Well, I still love her. That is the only reason why I can’t fuck those other women.
