A Nighttime Out On The Town
Anal, Cheating, EroticaIt happened almost exactly a yr ago. I live in one of the suburban area of a orotund TX city. It was the end of Apr and I was about to celebrate my 30th natal day. A champion I will refer to as Mark had flown in from Tampa to expend a few years with my married woman and me and to celebrate my B-day, of course. We hadn't seen each other in years, so I was excited.
I picked him up at the aerodrome ; we got some inebriant and headed home. It was a pleasant, warm Friday night - there was excitement and prevision in the air. I told my wife this was going to be the boys-night-out and we can expend the early nights he was visiting at home or at least taking it promiscuous and not being out too late. She was a little worried. Of course we're going to be careful, of form we are not going to strip cabaret, of trend we're not going to get in problem. come on, you know me well - been married for half a decade, for crying out brassy. scar assured her he'll acquire maintenance of me, blah, blah, bombast. We had a few drinks at home and got a cab, knowing fully well we won't be able to drive our rummy asses back.
As soon as we got into the cab, I told the driver to take us to one of the secure strip show clubs in town. I wanted to show my admirer how to receive a skillful time in Texas and this was definitely on top of my list. Initially, I thought of taking him to the trendy country in town to have a few drinks before we head to the valet de chambre's club, but as soon as I caught that whiff of conjugal freedom, I decided against that and took him straight to the tiddy bar.
We arrived, paid our cover and walked in. It was fairly empty, with the proportion of girls to clients very favorable to us. Actually, the ratio at that join is always really commodity. Anyway, we sat at the bar and ordered a beer. Of course, almost as soon as we sat down, girls came over and started talking to us. I am extremely finicky and having been to interchangeable formation before, I knew the good way to get rid of the ones I didn't like :"Sorry, I was waiting on someone else ”. Mark, on the other hand, went off with a mediocre looking little girl as soon as we sat down. Great, I thought, I can have some alone time and orbit out the scenery. I love the guy to death, but sometimes he bores me to the same end termination.
Several more girls came around and I had to use my line once again. One was a beauty ; however, almost as soon as she sat by me, she told me she is $ 500/hour. At that here and now, I was the one stunned. I thought :"what do I get for that ?"Knowing fully well I won't get anything but a erection, I politely declined and said I was not occupy at the meter.
To give you a small backdrop, I am 6'2"- 190 pounds, very fit, brown hair's-breadth, green oculus, well proportioned grimace, freehanded smile, maybe a lilliputian too stern of a face at multiplication. I definitely have plenty of self assurance, even bordering on arrogance at fourth dimension. But I can also be very polite, an attentive listener, and overall a very balances individual. Having said that, I also understand that the attention I got at this club was not because of all of the above, but because I exude the confidence of soul that makes a ton of money…which is not the case. I make my $ 100K a year and spend accordingly. Let me secernate you - I've heard tale of a man spending half a million in six hebdomad at that seat. So, I am no big dog - just like to cause a bully time and enjoy the fellowship of goodness looking female - but I am picky.
After several More ladies coming over, I was agitated and disappointed. My friend was already on his third base lap dance and I was sitting by my unfrequented self. I requested the wine list and stared down at it.
I was still looking over the list when I noticed the blond that was currently on stage. She was dancing to the Miami vice ( the latest one ) theme song - In the Air Tonight - the so-called stripper version, which I really liked. I left my seat and walked up to the stagecoach with a $ 5 circular. The missy was dissimilar - did not appear to hold large dollar sign signboard in her irises, nor did she birth a coked-out flavour. She was average pinnacle, maybe even on the shortstop side. Beautiful blond hair, slightly below the shoulder joint and large blue eyes. She was not too skinny, not too round either ; just a very pleasant physique with curves in all the properly places. I did notice that her tit were very large and appeared natural. Since I am more of an ass guy, I was please to see that it was just the perfect size - round and luscious, definitely not too big. I complimented her on the choice of call and asked her if she knew what flick it was from. She did and without advance ado, I gave her the bill and walked back to the bar.
After various proceedings and when her dancing at the several stages was completed, she re-appeared around the bar. She was dressed in somewhat of a conservative black apparel, nothing too loud or flash, but the dress undeniably accentuated her features.
It was a rectangular bar and she sat about 10 human foot to my left. I immediately knew she was the one I wanted to hang out with. The girl was savvy enough to figure out that I didn't want to be pushed. After all, she had already seen various missy being told off very politely and with a smile.
She hadn't sat for to a greater extent than two bit when I approached her and asked her if she wanted to share a bottleful of wine-coloured with me. She smiled and agreed. Well, I will let to hold that I can not even consider a girl if her teeth are bad. Not the case here. She had beautiful, flannel, even teeth, complemented by a smiling that reinforced the pleasant personality I had already discerned.
She sat next to me and we started looking over the wine list together. I asked her whether she preferred any particular variety of wine-coloured. She left the decisiveness to me. I looked over the whites. It was a very warm evening ( as we were about to learn - preceding a phonograph record breaking summer ) and I felt like drinking something refreshing. I chose a Far Niente Chardonnay, which was $ 150. Of course, the same bottle sells for $ 50 at the liquor store down the street, but whatever.
She was pleasantly surprised. As it happens to be, if a customer buys a bottle of wine-colored for more than than $ 100, the girl he is with does not induce to be on stage. It's called"skipping ”. Regardless, or"irregardless ”, as some of my TX friends like to say, she was very happy that she didn't have to go on stage any more, especially because it was fairly void and the dancing was definitely not worth the several guy cable that were seated around the stage holding tight on to their dollar bills.
We were served the wine-colored and asked if we wanted to impress to the VIP area. I declined, as I preferred to be close to my friend and liked the ambience around the bar. Red velvet curtains, smoky stage, and the constant barrage of half-naked girls were really relaxing to me. Besides, I was not after lap dancing or similar"dealing ”.
I had to make something clear, so I told her almost instantly that she would most definitely make more money if she went with someone else. I explained that I like serious wine-colored and the society of beautiful char but I also said that I do not like lap dances, nor do I like to throw $ 500 for an hour in the VIP rooms. I do like talking to beautiful adult female like her and I would establish it worth her meter. She smiled understandingly and said that she had already figured that out and she was felicitous to just sit around and hang out. Well then, I thought, this is the variety of person I was looking for.
We hit it off immediately. She was making me smile and showed genuine involvement in our conversation. I discussed the reason we were here and she introduced herself by her stage name but almost immediately said that her real public figure is Alicia.
We talked about her job. It appears that this was one of the few nights that she was working at the club. She had another job and was planning to go back to school. She was in her mid 20's and mentioned that this was her aspect about five years ago but had since decided to straighten out her life, to go back to school and attempt to do something ameliorate and more unchanging in her animation. She understood that her dish and looking will not last forever, so she had to make an investment in her hereafter. She liked this job as it provided a good amount of Cash once or twice a week.
I was becoming to a greater extent and more intrigued by this blond ravisher. She appeared smart, intelligent, pleasant, and easy-going. There was nothing forced in our conversation. Plenty of eye physical contact, and none of the"let's move on to something else, as I have to seduce money"look in her oculus, that is so plebeian with some of these girls.
I told her about my conjoin life - how happy I was with everything, including sex living, tike, etc. I also mentioned that I still couldn't assistant fantasizing about beautiful girls, nor could I help flirting with her. In general, I was very straight-forward - I wanted to crap decipherable that I am a happily married man, looking for some fun on a guys-night-out. After all, I was wearing a ring and was not trying to hide that fact. She was very understanding and confided that she too had a boyfriend who she lived with and was totally exquisitely with my"situation ”."It is a voice of my job, after all ”.
The wine-colored was quickly disappearing and our fast-paced conversation became to a greater extent and more electrifying. The wine had an extremely confident effect on her - she was all smiles and laugh. With every glass, her eyes lingered a little bit more on me, from my face and eyes to the scrunch E. B. White polo shirt that was hiding my broad shoulder and with child chest. I was flattered and returned the silent wish she was giving me with more vocal ace, focusing on her extraordinary face and body. She was turning crimson and I loved it.
Towards the end of the first bottleful, our confabulation was increasingly more sexual in nature. When a Song dynasty was too loud, she would lean to talk into my ear and proceed to sweep my cheek with her full-of-the-moon red lip. This sent shockwaves through my lower trunk and I was visibly shaken. She noticed and appeared meet with my reaction. This became the norm and several meter I turned while she was moving away from my ear, which caused our lips to touch. The touch was simply astounding and left me breathless. I was experiencing something I had not experienced since I was courting my then 19 twelvemonth old wife-to-be. And that was a in force 6-7 old age ago.
I became more unfearing and more vulgar. We talked progressively more about sex. I shared that even though my sex life story was amazing, I yearned for someone unlike and saucy. I crudely mentioned that over the years I had fucked my wife's kitty-cat into a pulp magazine and that even though it was pleasant in a perverted way, I still wanted to experience someone else, individual I had not been with, somebody who was blotto and honestly - someone that was not so used to me. I also confided that respective attempts at anal sex left me wanting more. Through her split up sassing I could secernate she was breathing heavily, eyes drooping slightly, which might as well have been caused by the vino. Her reply was simply :"wow, you must be big ”.
Knowing that there is a slight hypothesis she may bump out herself, I played it down, not wanting to disappoint, if it came to that. So, I responded by saying that's not the case - it was just a subject of having sex with someone for years, every week, every month, every year. I did crusade further and told her that she looked so luscious that if there is anything that I really want to do, it would be to go down on her. Her genuine grin revealed those beautiful tooth and, with barely a tip of inhibition leftfield, she said that I won't be disappointed, as she was completely shaved down there and it looked very pretty. I don't quite recollect the give-and-take she used, but the thought I got was that of a small kitty-cat with outer sass covering her petty gem.
I was stunned beyond words. She must deliver noticed because she asked if everything was alright, as I was staring into the aloofness. Yes, everything was okay, I was just lost in thought, and she was responsible for that. Now my breathing was profound and my eyes were beyond drooping, heavy with lust.
You know, there are only a few times in life when you meet that particular individual who puts you at comfort and you really could manage less what is happening around you. Well, this was it. I was lost in her heart, completely lost in our conversation and if my wife had walked in at that meter, I would stimulate smiled and idiotically introduced them to each former. I got up to visit the men's room and upon return, I ordered another bottle of the same wine-colored. The manager came and introduced himself, asking if we would like to a greater extent seclusion. I declined again.
Boy, was that wine good. prison term was passing by quickly and we were having a blast. Alicia told me she had bought a new bathing suit and asked whether I wanted to see her in it. There is a hot tub and a pool in the back of the lodge and we decided to go back there. I told her I don't have a bathing suit ; she stated that as long as I have a pair of boxer-briefs, I should be fine. She asked if my booster ( who was somewhere around but I had barely noticed ) wanted to join us and that she would obtain a girl for him. He agreed and we all headed to the back.
The hot tub was fun ; Mark's missy was sitting on top of him and Alicia was sitting next to me. The former girl kept jumping up from his lap ; apparently he was trying to feel her butt - he was beyond drunk at this point. I thought it was uproarious. I am not the touchy-feely guy, so I had my elbow on the concrete encircling the hot tub. The other miss was surprised Alicia was not getting the like treatment and I noticed that Alicia was actually getting a little fidgety - she wanted physical tending as well.
I pulled her close, slightly afraid that the briefs would not be capable to hide my hullabaloo for long. Her feminine torso was beyond belief. Warm and soft, with a small-scale waist and curvature to die for. My married woman has belittled, perky breasts, so Alicia's expectant mounds were a receive direct contrast. She was beyond the point of caring and I could explore everything I wanted. Her ass filled my pocket-sized sized manpower and the fluid pelt was leaving me speechless. The bathing suit ( or at to the lowest degree the buttocks that was left ) was really stunning. It left just the right total to the imaging and that was making me uncomfortably excited.
I went to the bathroom again. When I returned, an honest-to-goodness gentleman had joined us in the hot tub, along with two other girls. They were in a good mood and jokingly said something like :"woohoo, come on, swing it ”. Obviously, my wet underwear didn't leave too a great deal to the imagination. I laughed it off but noticed that Alicia had a cruddy look on her fount. She apparently didn't like the tending I was getting and pulled me close to her as soon as I got in.
She suggested we jump in the larger pool as it was fairly warm. We did and moved to the diametric corner. She was frisky, very hot and her hands were wondering all over the place. I felt them encounter against my manhood, and even though it was subtle, she did it on purpose and it drove me natural state. The sum of money of people in the area didn't prevent us from making out shamelessly. I had my back to the box of the pool, sitting down on a shelf, with her thighs wrapped around me. It was so damn sexy. I reached down and roughly used the palm tree of my hand to grab her entire pussy. I squeezed it, as if it was a leech. Her soft, fluffy pussy mouth were slipping through my fingers, as the lukewarm water did not prevent me from feeling the heat emanating from the lowly possibility. She laid her head on my shoulder…
I told her I can't do this any thirster. She agreed and we got out of the pool. We exchanged earphone numbers and I asked how a good deal she needs to get out of there for the night. She said $ 300 ; I settled my bank note with the barman, leaving him an $ 80 tip on the $ 300 tab. Alicia told me to converge her at the hotel immediately next to the club. I dressed and headed that way.
She was waiting at the front desk, clad in fuddled cotton shorts and some skimpy top, looking like a cheerleader just leaving a contention, except she appeared slightly intoxicated, which was singular and erotic. We went into the room and I cranked up the AC. Before I realized, she was discase and in the shower. Again, this was so natural that at the sentence it felt as if my married woman and I had gotten back from a manner of walking in the park with the intention of taking a rain shower and having sex right after. I admit I was a little numb from the alcohol, but this was just so chance that I clearly remember thinking how pattern this felt. I undressed and walked in the shower as well.
The doorway was candid but the Inner Light was off, so it provided just enough calorie-free to make it very sensual. Alicia was soaping herself. I casually joined her and immediately glued my mouth to hers. Her lip were soft and big ; her breathing spell was refreshful and tasty. She looked down, where I was sporting a semi-erection. Her words were :"oh my god, you are Brobdingnagian ”. That made have been an overstatement. While only seven in in length, I am a very sizable 6 and something inch around, which makes for a nice sized, thick penis, but nothing crazy.
Regardless, I smiled to myself and lifted her face to mine, while caressing her back and butt. I turned her around, washed her back off the liquid ecstasy and started kissing her neck and back. I then slowly traced my tongue down her back to her full, round, apple bottom. I got on my human knee and she leaned forward, allowing me to a greater extent access code. My mouth was hungry, biting her fundament impudence and feeding on her scent and the water that was still coming down from the shower bath principal. I used both hands to spread her ass and shoved my expression and clapper between her peg from behind.
She had not lied to me - her pussy was just perfect. Bald, with bouffant outer back talk that formed the most pose camel toe I have ever seen in my spirit. My nose was at her tight tail end hole as I was roughly moving my spit from her clit to her initiative. Her gluey wetness was mixing with the water and creating an volatile mixture that made my dick painfully hard. I couldn't resist and flicked my tongue on her keister muddle. She was vocal, almost screaming my name.
We got out, quickly dried off and collapsed on the bed in a nap of luxuria. She shamelessly spread her legs indicating she wanted Thomas More of the Sami. I complied, licking with a passion I had never experienced before. Even with her legs overspread wide of the mark, her kitty lips would not spread. I used my finger to spread her backtalk and licked her, spittle on her and dig into my knife inside both of her wholes with such abandon that I thought my head word was going to snap off. She never stopped saying how very much she loved it and how amazing it felt. I was in heaven as she was leaking heavily.
After a minute or so, she pulled my question up, kissed me deeply and lay on her tum as I was kneeling in front of her, still reeling from her luscious tasting. Without more than"oh my god, this is so big ”, she just opened her mouth and placed it on my turncock. Prior to that, I was used to my wife sucking me off, which is outstanding, but again, just dissimilar. My wife uses a lot of suction and slurps while sucking the head. She then sucks abstruse and gags trying to throat me, holding her head down. Alicia was nada like that, although just as alluring when it came to sucking. She opened her rima oris widely, as all-inclusive as she could, and went down as far as she could and then back up. The feeling was amazing. She just slammed her mouth on my cock, fast, wide-cut open. I could see I was stretching her painfully but she kept up, sucking, up and down, back and forth. Occasionally, she would pull out and lick my orb and my beam and then back to sucking with her oral fissure all-embracing capable. There was almost no suction and no teeth, just the side of her mouth sliding along my dick at a fast, unbelievable pace.
Barring the alcohol, I would have already blown in her mouth, but I had stack left. The tactual sensation of her sass was kin to me pounding a tight pussy, with only half my prick making it in, except I was not moving, her mouth was. After a little bit, I pulled her up and she lay back down on her back with her leg lifted to where her knees were on each side of meat of her abdomen. I kissed her, feeling the vast amount of pre-cum that she had scooped up with the spine of her mouthpiece. It was titillating beyond anything I had ever imagined.
I straightened up on my genu and rubbed her clit with my peter brain. She was moaning loudly and was visibly excited. I spat on my fingerbreadth and rubbed them on my cock head. I then slowly lowered myself and sneak in my rooster in her waiting pussy. I know some of you may not like the selection of word, but it was exactly that - insertion. It wasn't a poking, it wasn't a dip, it was a slow and steady insertion, starting with my head teacher and ending at my egg. I remember the feel as if it is happening right now, and it was what I had subconsciously wanted all nighttime, the culmination of a phenomenal evening.
Her pussy was very wet, providing spectacular lubrication. She was not impossibly wet, to the point of hurting, but she was so plastered, that the feeling was astounding. I could feel every single column inch going in ; I could finger the imperativeness on my prick, the pressure of me opening her up wide ; and finally, I could feel filling her up to the brim. And I could also get word it - a thick groan, not so a great deal pain, as I've heard that before, but pure delight of getting stretched beyond what she is used to, accompanied by her vocalizing the joy she was feeling.
After a few slow, deep thrusting, I started pounding her with all I had. I was thrusting in and out, without mercy, listening to her screaming my name. What happened next was something that had never happened to me before, nor will it ever take place again, if I am realistic. While I was fucking her harder than I have ever fucked before, she arched her head back and I felt a liquid hit my stomach and my chest. As I was piston-ing her pussy, more liquid came out on the in-thrusts. She was writhing and grunting under me, unable to speak. After a few more stab, this stopped. I had regained my equanimity and was slamming into her. It took only a few short-circuit seconds before I was pulling out and shooting my cum all over her belly and pap.
I collapsed following to her, speechless. To this day, I am not certainly what that was all about. I mean, I have watched my honest share of porn, but this was beyond me. The liquid that came out of her kitty while I was fucking her was often nerveless than the rest of the fluids that we shared. I was always under the impression that"squirt"would be warm. Anyway, maybe someone can shed light on me. I know that we had a great prison term and that's all that mattered at the time. This was truly an experience for the old age.
We took another shower bath and as soon as we got back to the room, she lay down and splayed her legs wide open. Oh my god. This was insane. She wanted me to go down on her again ! I obliged again. I was soft and gruntle, caressing the inside of her thigh as I was licking her lovely pussy. She was wet again and I was starting to stroke my cock. She noticed that and said :"oh, let me facilitate you ”. It wasn't exactly 69 as I was on my knees and next to her, rather than under or above her. She was on her back and was kind of leaning over to her side to imbibe me. It was erotic and lovely, as I was above her and licking her softly. Shortly thereafter, I had her in doggy and was enjoying her wet compactness to the broad extent potential. Again, she was very song saying how amazing I feel, calling me by my name.
We switched a few more than positions and she ended up on top. I lowered her head next to mine and catch her ass, as I was pounding knockout and immobile into her. I could sense her hot breath and her short squeals as my hammer was rushing up to meet the top of her pussy. After a few minutes ( ? ), I got tired and stopped for a second. She raised her trunk while she was still straddling me and started to gently and sensually impress her hips back and forth on my mid-section with my cock still buried to the hilt in her. I was holding onto her vast boob as her cause became faster and more urgent. The crescendo of the rising momentum concluded with her moaning loudly as I felt her tingle and then cum hard on my cock. She drenched my cock and lump in hot cum and then slumped her headland on my chest, my putz still deep inside of her. I slowly pulled out to contribute her a breather. I was still very hard and afraid that the alcohol was going to kill my erection soon.
She recovered in a few seconds and softly asked what I wanted, still straddling me. I gave it my unspoilt shot and said :"you know what I want ”, while lightly tapping my shaft on her ass. I was expecting a confused smell, maybe a"no, I can't do that ”. Instead, she just grabbed my deflating prick, took a deep breathing space and started slowly impaling her ass on it. NO. She didn't do that. I could not think it ! I had to nobble myself in my sottish stupor. This was not happening. Well, guess what phratry ? It was as real as Obama getting elected in 08. This was not just laughable. It was absurd. I clearly remember that she told me earlier in the dark that she had only judge anal sex once when she was 19 !
She continued working on putting my cock in her ass, as I was regaining my erection. The head popped in, she took another deeply breathing space and stood still for a mo. She then continued taking it edge by inch until I was comfortably in her and could pop moving. And I did. I pumped my thick prick up into her ass, as she was moaning hard into my ear. I fucked her like that for a little bit and then I asked if she can get on her knees. She agreed and I put my prick in her ass from behind. This time it just slid in ! ! And I proceeded to do it her hard, even pulling out a few times, mostly by mistake. I swear, the wholly time she was screaming :"this feels get ; your putz look so unspoiled ”. I thought I was either dreaming or gone to Heaven. This was no half-hearted attempt at anal sex by a sottish adolescent. My wife has only been able to take about half of it, with me moving slowly, and this is after 5 years of marriage ! No, this was hard core anal retentive sex and I loved every mo of it.
fountainhead, boys and girls, this is where the safe hit the road and the material interpersonal chemistry took over. I know you'll be disappointed and I know it would've been bully if I had blasted my load deep in her ass, but it wasn't happening. I am actually human and this is no phantasy that I made up in my literature class. I was in fact losing my hard-on. Yes, I admit it. The two bottles of Far Niente were finally getting the full of me. It was 3AM and we had fucked for nearly three time of day. I pulled out with a slick pop and lay on my rachis. Alicia was very kind and asked if I am going to cum. I said :"yes, please lay beside me ”. She did and I just jacked myself off to completion while rubbing her brilliant pussy.
I know this wasn't the ending I wanted but, looking back, I am beat I got as far as I did. Yes, the real chemistry defeated me in the end, and in the absence seizure of Viagra, I lost the fight, but not the war.
The followers paragraphs are the conclusion. They are humorous and entertaining, but not sexual, so if that's what you are looking for, don't waste your time and stop meter reading here.
We showered again and then dressed. I tried calling my friend but he didn't result. I tried again, multiple fourth dimension. Shit, I was really fucked now. Who knows what happened to him ? I left the club without a word. Luckily, about that prison term, I get a birdsong from a act I didn't recognize. I answer and the person explains to me that he is with my friend ! It was the barman, who gave my booster a ride because home run had lost his electric cell sound. The bartender took him to his own base where mark logged into his electronic mail to find my number. Can you believe this ? At 4 AM ?
Alicia and I take a cab to run into the barkeep and Mark at an agreed upon location between both of us. As soon as we get there, we thank the mixologist and part ways. Mark gets in the cab and notices Alicia inside. He smiles understandingly. We then proceed to Alicia's apartment composite. On the way there, I ask her if she is on the pill. target blurts out :"oh, my God, you didn't blast in her puss, did you"( demand words ). I bust out laughing, but thankfully Alicia didn't hear the interrogation. She said :"don't worry, I don't want this either. I then have the audacity to ask her what her boyfriend would think if he notices her ass is escaped. Who asks this variety of stuff ? Well, my drunken ego did. I don't recall if I was being funny or what, but she responded :"he doesn't go there ”. You have got to be kidding me.
We dropped her off in front of her flat and took off towards my theater. There were no drawn-out goodbye, or kissing. It was asmcasual as"see you later ”. It was 5AM. The cab pulled up on our quiet suburban street, blanketed by manicured lawns and lined with mature tree diagram. I told the cab number one wood to end about a 5 second walk away from our house. It was a beautiful cockcrow, around 70F, uncharacteristically warm for that time of the year, but pleasant nonetheless, especially because we both had wet underclothing on. We walked slowly, rehearsing the talk through one's hat tarradiddle we agreed upon, in Holy Order to excuse the lately ( forgiveness, early ) arrival to my wife.
Walking down the hushed street in this beautiful neighborhood, I felt a little bit like Dorian Gray, coming back habitation from a night of debauchery in the brothels near the sorrel. With my schoolboyish flavor and energetic physique, I did not come out a day over 25. I almost half-expected to find oneself a house painting of myself secret inside our firm that showed the admittedly nature of what happened that night. My wife was pissed. Of row we didn't go to a strip nightclub ; of class we didn't hook up with anyone. I blurted the bullshit report and went to bed.
Was it irresponsible of me to do everything I did that Night ? Yes. Was it stupid ? Yes. Was it young ? Yes. Would I do it again ? Fuck yes. Although I did pay my dues - wondering painfully if she was going to shout a month down the road to tell me she is fraught, and dying of fear that I contracted an STD. Luckily, none of that happened.
With all of that being said, it is hard to explain the feelings, emotions, zip and chemistry that I felt with Alicia. This was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence that will never occur again. I went there a few to a greater extent metre, but never saw her again. And even if I did, it would never have been the Same. That dark was the perfect marriage of context, lust, desire, and something very fugacious that can never be put to run-in.
The postdate morning I fucked the diddly-squat out of my wife, even after a few hours of sleep. She was wondering breathlessly what had gotten a hold of me. I told her it was me turning 30 and not wanting to jazz like an old man