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Dissection of a casual affair
The music was great, hip-hop fused with indie classics and obscure alternative. I was getting my groove on, to the adulation of the dance floor. At one point I was 'pulled' on stage to dance with the dancers, let's just say I was pretty drunk.
So I noticed her, a friend of a friend. She kept dancing near me, but then so were so many chicks. I kept going to the bar for more rum, and she was always there when I came back. About a 6.5 /10 shortie with great tits and an endearing face; this one was definitely not heavier than me, so she met my 'new' criteria for a throw.
She tried to dance with me, which I don't really like, but I appreciated the sentiment and grinded with her for a while. I pretended I was tired and so did she, so we sat down and I kissed her. Ten minutes later, I suggested we should go... her place was closer, so we hailed a taxi and almost got run over.
We shared a glass of water and then I threw her on her back. Her clothes were impossble to get off. A belt that opened to the side? A wrap around top? A bra that opened at the front? It wasn't going so well but at least her panties came down easily.
Her pussy was hairy, not that I mind, and she was soaking wet. I slowly went down on her, which she seemed to appreciate. We tried a few positions and it was going so well until she climbed on top of me and almost broke my dick. This position never works when you're drunk - girls take notice! And that killed me. I think she came, but I didn't so I don't really care. We talked for a bit. She said she was a 28 year old teacher from Toronto. Then we tried to sleep. She wanted to sleep on top of me, and I wanted my space. I suggested I leave but she insisted I stay. So I did stay, despite her noisy pet hedgehog (not a euphemism - she really did have a pet hedgehog).
And then I woke up an hour ago, next to a fucking blanket hog. I was cold - the air conditioning was on full blast, so I told her I was going to leave. She didn't seem to care, so I kissed her on the cheek and got going. The walk/subway of shame was very real. There's nothing like sitting on the tube next to an old lady when you can still smell her on your face and hands.
I'm typing this with a broken heart inside an empty shell. Will I ever see her again? I doubt it. Will I have another one night stand? Probably - it is still the weekend and there are plenty more fish in the sea.