Date: 7/8/2020
By amandalyle
I was taking my friends dog, Kylo, for a late night stroll. As I was crossing the road, he nipped the back of my jeans, pulled them down and licked my bare arse. I was both mortified and embarrassed. There were people around and I was hoping they hadn’t witnessed the ordeal. I walked back to my friend, Laura’s, house. She was having some kind of shindig at hers. I spotted two hot guys who I recognised but couldn’t quite place. I felt as though I knew them in a past life or something (a strange deja vu feeling). Laura’s fiancé, Karl, came over and offered me some hash brownies but - the clumsy clutz that I am - accidentally dropped it on the floor. I searched under the table, but I couldn’t find it. I took another from the plate and felt instantly high. One of the hot guys said they knew me, but couldn’t remember where from or how. “Ditto, mate!” I remember thinking. Next scene; I had agreed to have some cut price fillers at this pop up beauty clinic in town. I say ‘clinic”, it was more of a market stall. The young woman, who was in charge, told me to sit back and relax in this reclining chair. I did as she said, and asked her to inject my forehead and lips. She messed it up BIG TIME. It was awful. There was a big black hole in my trout pout lips. I tried to disguise it with lipstick, but everyone kept asking what had happened to my face.