Letter from a Bunna Man: Letter # 2: Part 2

 

 Part 1 Continued

Jacqueline came and sat in the empty chair next to me. “Interesting name” she said as she placed one hand on my arm and the other rubbing my leg. We talked a bit, sipped a bit and shortly after she was inviting me back to her place. As a responsible Bunna man, I asked her if it was safe and if there was anyone with whom she shares space as I had no intention that night to get shot in the face.

 I was feeling lucky that night, as we left the bar. She took a cab earlier so we drove to her place in my car. We entered her apartment, she offered me a drink and before I know it, she slowly began stripping. She came closer, took my drink and we started kissing. I was excited and turned on by her sexiness, I was totally impressed. Her skin was soft and smooth, except for that bump with a strand of hair under her left breast.

 We engaged in a little foreplay as we knew what we wanted and there were no suppositions. We moved to her bedroom and she seductively assumed the doggy style position. As I was about to safely slide in, and give her the full length and strength to let her know that George is large and in charge, I was attacked from the back. I was in shock and immediately transformed into fight mode as I was being scratched by her demon possessed cat. 

By that time, I had slid in the baby oil from the foreplay, and was laying naked on the floor on my back, hollering for help as I fought off her cat. She ran from the room, and finally I saw her coming to my rescue with a broom. I remember feeling a bit of relief but she began hitting me with the broom and yelled for me to leave Steve. At this point I was in survival mode, trying to escape while I searched for my clothes.

 She began throwing random stuff at me, and my head connected with a tin sausage. I could not believe the predicament I was in for some random crotches. I finally found my pants with my car keys and headed straight for the door with my partially knock knees.  Outside the door I heard her asking Steve if he wanted some cheese.

 I was now in flight mode as that had never happened to me before.  I put on my pants  in the passage and hurriedly took my half naked self and only one foot of shoe to my car. I was a runner that night, I was  a track star. I made a promise to myself that night, to stay away from all Jacqueline's and ladies with cats. 

Until next time

George.