Paying Dues

When Old Beast runs into Bad News, it’s not love; it’s karmic dues. A certain bottom encountered two s*um tops in a row, one worse than another. Ex-ex-boyfriend had a pair of slender peach blossom eyes and was a master at getting around. In the month they were together, there were twenty-seven days of cheating. Yup. In February. Of a common year. Ex-boyfriend was a 190cm, big-dicked, looks-chasing male chauvinist. After they slept 18000 times, he pulled up his pants and said, “To tell you the truth, I have a virg*n complex.” Before leaving, he even tossed out, “Oh, right, too much c*m makes poison, you be careful now.” The bottom cried his eyes swollen. Slapping the bed with gritted teet...