Diary Of A Posh Slut - The Ride Home
"Fuck me, Dan," I whispered, "Let’s christen this car."
Dear Diary, A couple of years ago, when I was at uni, I met a guy on Tinder named Dan. He had brown hair with a skin fade haircut, brown eyes, and his topless gym pics showed off his abs. He was a few years older than me and worked in consultancy. We messaged back and forth for about a week, then agreed to meet at a bar for a drink. It was a lively bar with good atmosphere. We had a few drinks, chatted, and flirted a bit....