RE: Adventures in Cock/Cunt-Blocking
February 5, 2014 at 8:32 pm
(This post was last modified: February 5, 2014 at 8:36 pm by Cinjin.)
Cock-blocked at 23:
I eyed myself a fine piece of tail gently moving her hips while sucking provocatively on some sorta fruity red-yellow umbrella-sporting girly cocktail from across the bar. I waited for her to get much nearer the dance floor and when she did I proceeded to lead her out into the center with the other dancing young people. Only about 40 seconds into our musical foreplay, my idiot friend comes in (pretending to be far more drunk than he was) and puts his arms around both of us while vocalizing stupid questions about what we were doing and whether or not I was giving this "lovely young lady" a hard time. She quickly retreated to the safety of the sidelines. He followed, but quickly realized she wasn't biting. Annoyed as hell, I returned to my other friends at the bar/table to have a drink and maintain my quickly fading cool demeanor. I thought I was going to retrieve the football and return for the touchdown when she met me on the dance floor again about an hour later. However, he did the EXACT SAME THING AGAIN! Now fully annoyed, she left both the dance floor and the bar and I never saw her again.
Someone punched him in the face later that same night on an unrelated matter.
Cockblock mother fucker.
I eyed myself a fine piece of tail gently moving her hips while sucking provocatively on some sorta fruity red-yellow umbrella-sporting girly cocktail from across the bar. I waited for her to get much nearer the dance floor and when she did I proceeded to lead her out into the center with the other dancing young people. Only about 40 seconds into our musical foreplay, my idiot friend comes in (pretending to be far more drunk than he was) and puts his arms around both of us while vocalizing stupid questions about what we were doing and whether or not I was giving this "lovely young lady" a hard time. She quickly retreated to the safety of the sidelines. He followed, but quickly realized she wasn't biting. Annoyed as hell, I returned to my other friends at the bar/table to have a drink and maintain my quickly fading cool demeanor. I thought I was going to retrieve the football and return for the touchdown when she met me on the dance floor again about an hour later. However, he did the EXACT SAME THING AGAIN! Now fully annoyed, she left both the dance floor and the bar and I never saw her again.
Someone punched him in the face later that same night on an unrelated matter.
Cockblock mother fucker.