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Is that his COCK?!
I’d heard about morning wood. And before you say, What the hell is WITH this girl – hasn’t she ever felt a guy’s morning wood before?! –
Just know that I’d had my share of dick, but I’d never had the opportunity to experience morning wood firsthand –
Because I never stayed the night.
Seriously. It was like a rule of mine: fuck ‘em and leave ‘em.
I’d never had a boyfriend, see.
Just a string of one-night stands… and a couple of guys I fucked a few more times if they were particularly good at it. One-week stands, I guess you could say.
There weren’t many of those, however. Precious few, actually.
Why no boyfriend, you ask?
For one, I’d never met a guy I really wanted for longer than a couple of days.
Most of them were not that smart. Or interesting. Or funny. Or anything, really.
A hilarious female lawyer on TikTok put it this way: “Most men are like medium steaks… neither rare, nor well-done.”
That was totally my experience. A whole bunch of medium steaks.
I only slept with hot guys, so that part was fine –
Although ‘hot’ did not necessarily equate to ‘good in the sack.’
Most of them were more in love with themselves than they would ever be with a girl.
Plus, it was a little difficult to have a boyfriend when your grandmother ran a mafia empire.
Couldn’t exactly have sleepovers. Nona might have done all sorts of illegal shit and had people whacked on the regular, but she was not going to let me fuck a guy under her roof – that much was for certain.
I’d wanted to get my own apartment – but that was a no-go. No way Nona was letting me get my own place, partly because she knew I’d ho it up all the time if I did.
She was smart. She knew I got up to some shit. But we both silently agreed not to talk about it as long as I didn’t wave it in her face.
We’d actually discussed me getting an apartment once or twice, but her condition was I would have to have a contingent of bodyguards around me all the time – and then what’s the fucking point? It wouldn’t have been any different than living at Nona’s and being watched over by a dozen thugs in suits.
The one thing I’d demanded was that I not have any bodyguards when I went to classes at Ca’ Foscari.
I told Nona I’d run away from any bodyguards she assigned me – including skipping all my classes – so she might as well not bother. She’d grumbled about it, but in the end she’d agreed to test it out without me having a constant shadow.
It went fine – nobody in the Cosa Nostra was stupid enough to cross Nona – so for the last three years, I’d had a relative amount of freedom during the day.
And at night, I snuck out plenty. I’d go with my college friends to the discotheque, get drunk, meet a hot guy, go back to his place –
Bang, and then get dressed and go home.
If he was any good, I’d get his number and meet him a couple more times before I eventually got bored.
But there was another problem.
Even if I was interested in making it a regular thing – which only happened a couple of times – once a guy found out I was in a mafia family, shit got weird.
One dude kept badgering me about it. He acted like it was the coolest thing in the world and asked me a million questions.
