I was out at a club looking for a “date”, I was horny as hell and needed some attention. Guys are usually quick to pick me up as I am always told that I’m gorgeous, I do try to keep up my appearance and dress well but I do have obsessive compulsive disorder. I have a few issues that most people are willing to work around but some get a bit freaked out and run, fast. I was sipping on a mixed drink when this lil cutie came over and started small talk at my table. “Well, have a seat” I said. “Oh, thanks, my name is Josh. “Nice to meet you Josh, my name is Rick.” I said. Josh put out his hand to shake mine and I gave him a knuckle bump. “Want to dance?” he asked. “Here? Out there?” I asked, anxiety was already building. “Yeah, that’s usually where guys dance, on the dance floor.” He said with a grin. “Alright, I’ll give it a try.” I said getting up and heading for the dance floor. “Not a big dancer?” The music pumping out of the enormous speakers, men dancing without shirts, g
By Seth Cybertar