I know I know, it’s been a while and you’ve forgotten all about the naked attacker. Here’s something to jog your memory:
Then suddenly, someone snuck up on me and grabbed me from behind. I went from ooooh, so he wants to make out on the road, that’s forward but I like the idea to he’s still talking, why can’t I hear his voice behind me to so it can’t be him to holy fuck who is this behind me to fuck fuck a naked man’s penis is pressed into my thong-clad ass and I can feel his balls and his unfriendly arm is around my neck what does he want from me within a split second.
Remember now? Awesome. Moving along, then!
So I was late from work another time, about a month after I was attacked. Imagine my horror when I had to park in the EXACT SAME SPOT as that fateful night. Continue reading of the time I checked out my naked attacker