When Roles are Reversed

The Habit was in the middle of his sleep when I asked.

Me: Can I rape you?
The Habit: uh-huh


And then we made love.  

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While having one of our wine and dine nights at Barcino.
Me: Wanna have a quickie?
The Habit: But I no longer have a room. I checked out earlier today.
Me: Who said we need a room? There’s a restroom in this restaurant. I take the lead and you follow.
The food server who overheard us was bewildered.

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Women in sales are quite popular in Greenbelt. Seatle’s Best is located in that area and this is our meeting place when we meet before having dinner.

So one night, The Habit was already waiting for me. There were a lot of girls ogling at him looking like a vulture to a prey. The Habit was so glad when I arrived. That I approached him and said, “Can I take you home?” The Habit although bewildered, not surprisingly said, “Yes.”


The women in sales were amazed how easy it was for me to pick-up a kano.


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The Habit announced that he was going to the salon that afternoon. So when we met later that evening, his eyes fluttered but I chose to ignore it. Too engrossed on myself, I babbled on how my day went.

After a good hour of talking, he could not take it any longer.

The Habit: Have you noticed something new with me?
Me: Oh, yeah. The nose. It grew longer.
And so I continued with my stories. Then The Habit cut me off.
The Habit: No. I went to the salon – dyed and cut my hair.
Me: Oh yeah. I knew that there was something new with you but I just couldn’t figure out what. Must be the nose or some facial. But yeah, must be the hair.

Haha.