Till today, I still get chills whenever I think of that night 3 years ago, on Christmas Eve.
I was lonely.
My girl friends had asked me to join them celebrating Christmas at a pub.
I was f**king lonely and staying at home alone during the festive seasons was f**king hell.
My parents had gone for their yearly Christmas celebrations at my grandparents. I hadn’t joined them since I had a boyfriend when I was 19.
I broke up with that prick two months before Christmas. That f**king bastard. He was two timing me behind my back.
So, there I was, at the pub. It was packed. Shouldn’t it be? It was Christmas eve after all.
I had a couple of drinks. We were giggling and laughing and it was a great few hours when my broken heart didn’t hurt so bad.
After midnight, after cheers of ‘Merry F**king Christmas’, a group of guys came over.
Four guys. Three were ordinary and one was very cute.
There were four of us.
Was it f**king fate or what? Four of us? Meeting four single guys?
I didn’t f**king care. And you should see the envy on my girl friends’ eyes when the cute one chose me.
The cute guy, oh f**k! I can’t even remember his name. He was Sam or Ben or something like that.
Anyway, who cared about his f**king name.
I certainly wish I can f**king erase him from my life.
I was high, but not drunk, because I still remember what had happened.
We left the bar, took a stroll towards the beach, each sharing our f**king depressing stories about how our f**king partners cheated on us.
And then it happened.
The beach was deserted that night. Why wouldn’t it be? It was Christmas eve after all. Who goes to the f**king beach on Christmas eve? Except to f**k, of course. LOL.
I guessed I was too angry with my ex for cheating on me, and I was lonely too. And not to mention, horny.
I didn’t realize he did not put on a condom until I was on my way home in a taxi.
I felt wet in my c**t, and when I touched it, I almost puke.
His f**king sperms were still oozing out.
The next few days, weeks, and months were a nightmare.
What if I got pregnant?
What if I got an STD?
What if I got HIV, AIDS?
Those terrifying thoughts kept my mind f**ked up.
I went for two blood tests, since the doc said the HIV tests would be more accurate a few months later.
To cut a long story short, I was tested okay. I didn’t catch anything. I didn’t get pregnant either.
But the f**king experience woke me up.
I’ve not have sex since.
I’ve dated a few guys. Some were nice. Some just want to f**k. But no thanks.
I’m not ready for a relationship yet.
I’m not ready for a f**k either.
It’s just not worth taking the risk.
Written by a girl (fictional) who came across the Fatal Seduction Blog and felt she needed to share what she had gone through.