Let’s make something clear- I am not one to sleep around (usually). I pride myself on my skill of keeping all my clothes on when the guy is completely naked. I don’t want to sound hypocritical giving advice on something I have absolutely no idea about. However, I am writing about an experience– a rather good one.
Let me take you back to a time when I was actually dating someone (shocker, I know). We had sex, good sex– a lot. That is until the night he decided to hook up with another girl right next to me. I’m not going to sit here and rant about how much I miss him and cared for him because that’s just a load of bull. I was just sad about the whole sex situation and whether I’d find another mate that shared equal or even more sexual chemistry.
Now I bring you back to present time. Right here, right now.
It’s Sunday and I do what I usually do on Sunday’s–drink and dine at the local wine bar with a friend and converse with our favorite bartender. Two drinks and three shots later, we head over to our favorite dive bar for a little boy hunting. Now, if you want to find a guy, this is the bar to go too. I’ve gone to this bar amble times to know that I only have to be there a few minutes before someone catches my eye. Well, as I maneuver my way through the crowd to see the score of yesterday’s game, two guys from across the pond grab our attention.
Instantly I’m hooked. Not only is this guy a gentleman, very handsome and well spoken, he’s got an accent! Now we all know where this is headed.
Two drinks, a walk, and another bar later… we’re off and my apartment is our final destination.
Now if I thought he was gorgeous with clothes on, I was at a loss for words when they were quickly ripped off. And here I am, this soft spoken, shy girl who blushes when the subject of sex is even brought up, about to have crazy wild sex with a British babe and all I can think about is: 1) I should have put away my laundry before I went out tonight, 2) My walls are paper thin–I’m going to have to owe my roommates something big and 3) Holy effin’ cow! How could someone be so BIG and last so long? This is definitely something I am not accustomed to.
Sex and the city was no joke. This guy was the whole package and it was the extra large version. I could only imagine what the girls were thinking in the next room. Now, I’m not going to reveal any of the dirty things that went on within the four walls of my room. But as I sit here, reviewing the events, I can’t stop thinking about one thing– I just had my first one night stand!
Can you believe it? Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude but come on… this guy is here for the next 24 hours and goes back across the pond and here I am giving him my goodies. Not only was it amazing sex, but it was unemotional, no strings attached kind of sex–which makes it so much better.
Does that make me a slut? Have I committed the sins of all sins?
All I know is– after laying in bed this morning, wrapped around his foreign muscles then getting dressed and coming out to my roommates shocked look, I just wanted to fist pump and fist pump hard.
Is that wrong? Honestly- I don’t care.
As I end this lovely topic, I want to give all Getitwhit readers the strength and courage to do what I just did (several times–might I add). And who knows, the opportunity may never come and this is an opportunity you just DON’T want to miss out.
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