M'lady

>Your eyes crack open as sunlight pours in through the nearby window
>That was one crazy night, drinking alone in your shitty flat and watching TV
>Yeah your life is pretty dull
>You stretch out your arms and legs with a groan
>Wait a minute... These aren't your bed sheets! Or your naked women!
>Holy shit, where are you? How did you find yourself in such a glorious situation such as this?
>None of that mattered. You'd fantasised about this day, and now you would finally bang two hot chicks, and they would worship you as their sex-god as you claim their bodies in an immense flurry of steamy passion
>Now you noticed that the one on your left arm, with multiple radiant colours in her hair was awake, her eyes gazing up at you with blissful admiration
>"Good Morning, love~"
>You reflexively swallow spit at the raw sexual tone in which she had spoken, each word that rolled off her tongue was like a tug at the manhood of your desire, drawing you closer, pulling you nearer
>"I hope you've got more in you Anon, because I think it's time I did the riding for a change~"
>Though you suspect that sentence implied more than you could understand, you are more than eager to agree with her
>She carefully rolls the other woman off of you, who lays on her back asleep, and shifts her body to straddle you
>You gulp at the burning, sultry look in her eyes as she takes your hands and places them on her wide hips
>"Now then Anon, I really hope you enjoy my royal pussy~"
>This is it. Your heart beats in your chest like a drum, the masterpiece that is this woman's chest rises and falls above you with each sated breath
>Your moment has arrived, the moment in which you claim your title as not just a man, but as a king amongst men. Thousands of words swirl in the hurricane of your mind as you search for the right ones to mark this glorious moment
>You grin up at the goddess, rallying your manly courage
"Y-You too."

>There is silence. The woman stares down at you, her once lustful expression now sinking into one of confusion and disturbance
>"...What?"
>The words had just escaped without warning. This was a simple misunderstanding, and you opened your mouth once more to put it right
"Ah... Uhm.. Uh..."
>You bluster and stumble over your attempts to speak, your hole being dug ever deeper
>The woman rubs the back of her neck and coughs awkwardly, "Anon... Maybe the mood isn't quite-"
>A wave of panic washes over you at the premise of losing this chance, and you bolster your strength to save the situation
"NO!"
>She recoils at the sudden outburst, and you see her disturbed look all but conquer her face
"Ah! Uhh! Hnn!"
>You desperately clutch for words but find only humiliation, your panic now spreading. Your breath quickens and your arms search desperately for an inhaler you know isn't there
>"What is wrong with you?"
>You look around and see clothes scattered across the bed and floor, and see your pants nearby, spaghetti pouring from the pockets
>You almost throw the woman out of your lap as you roll out of the bed and towards them, desperate to find your inhaler and maybe recover the situation
>You crawl on your hands and knees to your pants, passing your fedora along the way, the ace of spades playing card still attached to it
>You finally reach into the pocket of your pants and produce your inhaler, taking a few deep puffs of relief and sighing
>You struggle to your feet, your body jiggling as you move
"Alright baby, I'm ready now."
>The woman stares at you, horrified, as if only truly seeing you now for the first time, "I think you should go Anon..."
>Now you understand. She was just like all the other women. She thought she wanted a good guy but really she just wanted another asshole.
>You look over to her meaningfully, plodding about the room and gathering up your clothes
"You know, I may not be "alpha"... I might get nervous a lot, and hell I know I'm not attractive. But you know what? I have something a lot of the assholes pretty women like you go for don't. The ability to dedicate whole pieces of myself to those I love, without question, without remorse..."
>Her face saddens in consideration of your words, watching as you dress yourself
"...I know what it means to love."
>You place your fedora on your head with a flip and turn to the door, looking over your shoulder only once to give the woman a tip
"M'lady."
>Her face flushes at the romantic gesture, and you turn away, stepping towards the door and place your hand on the knob
>"Anon... I..."
>Should you turn back? Could there ever be another chance? You'd like to believe, but you know it's too late for that.
"We'll always have last night..."
>A single tear rolls down your cheek and wets your neckbeard. The woman says no more, and you feel now that she understands. You're finally ready.
>You open the door
>Get on the floor
>Everyone walk the dinosaur