No one was expecting anything wild to happen. The group included two couples; myself and K and Elissa and Cankles. So the chances of any Big Brother love triangle drama eventuating was slim to none. We arrived at the holiday house in the early arvo on the day before New Years Eve.
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Turns out her Dad is an Uber driver, and guess who was his first customer of the day? Damn cougars. Had legs lol. But seriously, he just held me at gunpoint, made me get dressed, and made me leave. Proper MILF.
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I woke up in a strange bed, naked, between two naked men. I had taken cocaine! The taste in my mouth was hideous, as though tobacco had been glued to my tongue. To my left, an acquaintance — an unclean, predatory type of guy — whom I had never had a liking for. I grabbed my clothes, stumbled to the toilet and threw up over and over until the only thing left in my stomach was guilt. Exactly a year before this awful morning, I left a relationship that had felt increasingly suffocating. For the first time, I found myself free, and I was excited to flirt, kiss and go to bed with other men. My housemates would smirk with knowing looks as I gently shook my throbbing head, and laughed. One-night stands were casual and thrilling, and in the cloudiness of ignorance I thought I was being careful. It seemed funny at the time, but then the summer hit, and things started to change.