This is the third story in a three-part series by Naked City contributor Awesome Slut.
Not last, and certainly not least, is Shaun, the hulking, handsome Irish boy I met in front of the Continental on 3rd Avenue off of St. Mark's during a punk rock show. I initially had designs on his gawky bleached blonde roommate Bobby, but later learned en route to their house party that Bobby had a serious girlfriend. A resourceful gal never runs out of options and always has a plan B.!--EndFragment-->!--StartFragment-->More »
This is the second story in a three-part series by Naked City contributor Awesome Slut.
I was 18 when I met Seamus. He was whippet thin and his eyes were too large for his face, pale fishbowl blue orbs without any carp in them. The first night we spent together was in a seedy motel off Queens Boulevard that charges by the hour; I signed us in as "Mr. & Mrs. McCallan." He fucked me in the shower, menstrual blood smearing between my thighs, and we dried ourselves between the sheets in bed because there are no towels in a motel that charges by the hour.
Naked City pal Awesome Slut was feeling extra creative this past weekend, so she sent in a three-part story that is in equal measures titillating and sad. It's about her "poison pussy" and all the self-destructive men who've visited it. All three parts should be read together for maximum impact, so that's all that will be running today. After the jump, read the first installment of the story that's sure to have you crysturbating for days.!--EndFragment-->!--StartFragment-->More »
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