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Are You Prepared For A One-Night Stand?
It is never an intention to take someone home on a night out; although, in the back of your mind you want to meet someone new – Someone fresh. But when it gets to that part of the night when you need to wind down, you cant’ help but let your guard down.
However, the night came when I did just that!
The connection I shared with him was as though we had been friends in a past life; the chemistry between us was crazy. I wrapped my arms around his waist and confidently told him I was going home with him. We were both tipsy from a crazy night out and we settled on my place.
We burst through the front door, and scurried through to my bedroom. I watched him un-dress; every muscle was flexed to perfection. I couldn’t even believe he was in my bedroom. I never questioned what was going to happen next. I undid my zip, pushed him to my bed and straddled him, then proceeded to grind on his zipper just to give him a taste for what I had in-store. I then stood up to make my way to the bathroom; he got up quickly, pinned me to the wall and kissed me with full force. I reassured him I would be prompt, and then I escaped to the bathroom for an impetuous prep. When I returned to my room, I instantly rummaged for my condoms (SKYN); by this point I had stripped down to my bra and thong. He picked me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist and I could feel his erection directly on my clit.
The encounter became extremely steamy and we fumbled about from position to position, until we were both completely nude. He edged for some skin to skin and I quivered as he rubbed himself between my lips. I flinched then reached for the condom; the pause gave me a moment to think and I became immediately excited for the debut. His large shoulders clouded my body as he lifted my legs and drew his hips closer to mine. At this instant, the anticipation for that first stroke was unbearable. I leaned in for a bear hug forcing him inside of me; I rapidly began pressing myself against him to make sure I felt every stroke, as the passion heightened.
For some reason, the force I was so eagerly expecting was nowhere to be found.
I arrived at a point where I was begging him to let me ride it, to cover up the disappointment of his flaccid penis. We switched positions and nothing!
I tried reverse cowgirl, hoping he would spank it and get hard and… Nothing!
I flopped on my bed deflated, partly suffocating under his biceps realising I had completely wasted my time.
Ashanti-Avril
