The Key to His Heart
Posted Jun 13, 2011 by anonymous | 383 views | 5 comments
To get his attention and break his icy veneer of calm, I stole my boyfriend’s car key. I know how much he adores that car, a muscle Chevy from 30 years ago. That day he nearly went crazy turning his apartment all over. When I arrived, he was beside himself with anger. He needed to take the car out and there were no duplicate keys. There was no time to forge a new one. He was almost crying. I feigned deep concern and while he sat down sad and brooding, I made as if I was searching the apartment too. Of course the key was in my pocket anyhow. When I emerged from his bedroom with the key, he looked at me with pure love and appreciation. I’ll never forget that look and he can never learn I was the one who kept the key.
Commented Sep 12, 2012 by anonymous
This is a neat smmuary. Thanks for sharing!
Commented Aug 28, 2011 by anonymous
You are a petty thief and therefore should serve prison time for fucking stealing someone elses property. You are a fucking waste of space and should pay for your crime you cunt. You were un-insured and had you have killed an innocent person, then they would be suffering financial loss. You are a fucking wakner and next time you steal a car I hope you crash into a wall and fucking blow up !
Commented Jun 13, 2011 by HumansExposed
Wow! I wouldn't ever tell it it was you either! Maybe you are the one that has the problem! lol!
Commented Jun 13, 2011 by Mark X.
Reminds me of myself twenty years ago: Me, my beat-up car and my pride. If memory serves me right then you are right: he must never know.
Commented Jun 13, 2011 by anonymous
Girl, do I like your man! He's the real man, driving and loving his muscle car above everything else. I'll trade that for the pussies I met everyday.