My Deep Obsession With Sexual Submission

I'm getting at least minimum, and I'm just- I'm saying this as humbly as possible, at least 500 people in my morning shift easily coming through my bar.

Whatever.

Even if they don't even wanna get a drink, I'm still exchanging energy.

So I'm tired.

I don't wanna talk to nobody.

I had to deal with the fucking worst of the worst ass people as Boston, bro.

I'm in p- the Prudential.

I get tourists, college, people going to the fucking Fenway game.

It doesn't even fucking matter, I'm just getting a lot of fucking different types of people, different types of energy, so when I come home, I just wanna decompress.

It was just a long ass day at work.

I, I came home, I was just like trying to decompress.

As I'm on my couch, like w- like how I am right now, I was just trying to decompress and some guy was texting me who was like, "Hey." He was kinda like mad aggressive, but I'm like, "Bro, I don't have the fucking time right now." I'm like, "I'm tired.

I just worked.

I had a bad day.

Please be nice to me.

Just give me grace.

Okay? If I don't answer you in like 20 seconds, I'll answer you, but just give me a minute.

Like, I had a long ass, fucking hard ass day.

Be nice to me." He said, "Heart emoji." The next message was him jacking off, and he sent it to me.

He goes, "Here you go." Why the fuck would that make my day? Why the fuck would you think that's gonna make my fucking...

I just told you I had a hard ass day.

And instead of asking me, "Hey, what happened? What's going on?" You send me a video of you cranking your fucking meat.

I didn't ask for that, and I don't wanna a- I, I didn't ask for that.

I don't want that.

Like, what the fuck?