Big-shot DJ, who do you think you are?! I offered my friendship thinking it would be cool to know you, because I often listen to your show. I called you on the radio and you began talking about going down on me, because you were "so good at it." How can a girl refuse an offer like that? Though it sounded nice, the timing was bad, as I already had a playmate coming over that night. So you called back later in the evening, and insisted on coming over at 1:00 a.m. Though tired, I eventually complied. I told you we weren't having sex, because I had just finished having sex, and wasn't in the mood for any more. Yet you immediately began groping my body!

You promised to go down on me, but put your dick in me instead. After I pushed you off, you said, "I just had to feel what it was like inside of you." Then, when I still wouldn't give it up, you decided to masturbate in front of me and cum all over my bed. What sort of DJ are you? Your confidence is unreasonable, because you're ugly and you have fucked-up teeth.

Now you refuse to talk to me. Of course we can't be friends and put this incident behind us. No! You have to be an arrogant male pig! Now that I won't have sex with you, you won't let me in the studio, or on your show. Before it was totally cool. So, fuck you, DJ! And your nappy teeth, too!

-- Anonymous