This is a true story, it happened last weekend.
All names other then my own have been changed.
Heres some descriptions.
Me: 5'4", was wearing athletic shorts, a pair of underwear that were too small and a regular t shirt.
Miranda: 5'10", beautiful. Skinny. She was wearing a pair of spandex leggings as pants, a deep v neck shirt, and high heel boots.
I woke up to my phone buzzing. I answered it and it was my gf miranda. "hey miranda"
"hey john, what are you doing today?"
"nothing at all, y? do you have any ideas?"
"Just come over to my house at 930"
And she hung up.
I looked at the clock and it was 830, and it takes 30 minutes to get there, so I decided to head over early cause I had nothing better to do. I left and arrived about 855, and walked directly into her house to try and scare her. I walked in and felt my wrists being grabbed, and hand cuffed
together. She then told me to follow her, and I did. We arrived on her room, and on the bed lau diverging I did not expect, and she locked the door behind me.
Wrote from my phone, so sorry for any mistakes.