It was in Ireland, and I was at a club. Naturally, I was drunk. Someone starts talking to me, for about thirty minutes of conversation, I think he's a girl. I think he knew that, because he seemed to think something was awfully freakin' funny. So finally, he tells me his name, and I tell him mine, and he asks me if I want to leave.
Then I decide to hell with it, because I was drunk, and I promised myself I'd try anything once, so I left with him. We go back to his apartment, one thing leads to another, blah freakin' blah. After, it finally set in what I'd done, so I freaked out a little. Then he's the one who starts the cuddling and gets me to do it, because apparently even when I'm not feeling cuddly, I'm still cuddly. So I hung out there for a while.
Then I leave his apartment, and we go out seperate ways. I have his e-mail address and he has mine, that's it. No, I haven't e-mailed him. No, he hasn't e-mailed me. No, I don't think about him unless you bring it up, and yes, I am still a lot more interested in having sex with you.
The only other experience I've had with a woman (that I can remember), was my one night stand with Chloe. She approached me at a costume party that a friend of a friend was holding, dressed in the tiniest Lady Liberty costume I'd ever seen. I was impressed, a little tipsy, and dressed in a Cleopatra costume that she seemed to like, so we placed ourselves on the couch and stayed there until a room was necessary. Then she was set on the idea of a five star hotel, so we checked in, took off the costumes, headed for the jacuzzi in the bathroom, and let one thing lead to another until we somehow woke up in the bed the next morning. I wasn't that drunk, but for some reason, the memories have always been blurry to me. I think it was because she liked to move fast, and I liked to move fast. When you put the two of us together, we just completely lost control. Neither of us can recall very much from the night itself, but based on the way we felt in the morning, it was good.
It was in Ireland, and I was at a club. Naturally, I was drunk. Someone starts talking to me, for about thirty minutes of conversation, I think he's a girl. I think he knew that, because he seemed to think something was awfully freakin' funny. So finally, he tells me his name, and I tell him mine, and he asks me if I want to leave.
Then I decide to hell with it, because I was drunk, and I promised myself I'd try anything once, so I left with him. We go back to his apartment, one thing leads to another, blah freakin' blah. After, it finally set in what I'd done, so I freaked out a little. Then he's the one who starts the cuddling and gets me to do it, because apparently even when I'm not feeling cuddly, I'm still cuddly. So I hung out there for a while.
Then I leave his apartment, and we go out seperate ways. I have his e-mail address and he has mine, that's it. No, I haven't e-mailed him. No, he hasn't e-mailed me. No, I don't think about him unless you bring it up, and yes, I am still a lot more interested in having sex with you.
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The only other experience I've had with a woman (that I can remember), was my one night stand with Chloe. She approached me at a costume party that a friend of a friend was holding, dressed in the tiniest Lady Liberty costume I'd ever seen. I was impressed, a little tipsy, and dressed in a Cleopatra costume that she seemed to like, so we placed ourselves on the couch and stayed there until a room was necessary. Then she was set on the idea of a five star hotel, so we checked in, took off the costumes, headed for the jacuzzi in the bathroom, and let one thing lead to another until we somehow woke up in the bed the next morning. I wasn't that drunk, but for some reason, the memories have always been blurry to me. I think it was because she liked to move fast, and I liked to move fast. When you put the two of us together, we just completely lost control. Neither of us can recall very much from the night itself, but based on the way we felt in the morning, it was good.
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Want to go have sex now?
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Bedroom, a minute and a half. You can even time me.
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But I can skip that.
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Okay...
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