‘Have you ever been in a position where you felt super clueless?’ I asked bartender as he filled another glass with Scotch.
There I was, sitting with my big tote back, smudged mascara, messed up lipstick, a small dress with nowhere to go, getting drunk on a Sunday night, AH BAD CHOICE. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I started dating this guy sometime around last year; My work life made me travel to Singapore now and then, The period around our one year anniversary was no different, the only difference was I dropped by to surprise him.
I quietly entered my place when I saw a girl’s shoes, I could hear her giggles from upstairs but I choose to believe my guy was not involved, I went upstairs holding my heart on my sleeve when I saw him giving head to that girl.
‘WHAT THE FUCK?’ were first words that escaped my mouth, he came running behind me trying to explain, but I walked out. I had nowhere to go, but luckily while storming out, I grabbed his Credit Card.
I booked myself a Business Class Suite in Taj and bought myself an expensive dress, wore perfect makeup and walked into a bar. When you are hitting the lowest point of your life, your sexiness is infiltrated by sadness, and even in the hottest dress, you look like a bear.
I spend the entire night talking to this bartender, and once I tried going back I fell in his arms, No I was not in the romantic mood, I was too drunk to move at all. And then I threw up all over his shoes, He smiled, picked me up and threw me on the couch and started going through my bag to look for keys.
I was turned on, a part of me knew that he would be amazing on the bed.
He grabbed me, and my keys and made his way to my room. He threw me on the bed and made his way to my washroom to clean himself up, Once he was done, he came back only to see me naked inviting him for a quick shower.
I could see a grin on his face, but he paused and said, ‘First, clean your mouth then we’ll make things dirty.’ I went quickly brushed my teeth and turned on the shower, He came from the back and snapped my bra open and started touching my boobs, I was incredibly turned on, I turned around and smooched him deep. He pinched my nipples tight and started chewing them.
Then He bit my lip hard and made me go down on my knees to suck him off; I did, I sucked him right, Entire room was filled with his moans, slurping noise made by me and steamy droplets.
He grabbed body wash and started rubbing it all over my body. After a point, he bent me and started fingering me; I was in paradise- close to hitting orgasm already. He turned on the shower and cleaned me. Like I mentioned, he was dominant. He grabbed me and took me to the bedroom and threw me on the bed like a mere object.
He grabbed my legs and dragged me close to him; he instructed me to look at him as he fucks me. It was weirdly hot, the way he was guiding me through his fantasies. Doggy style is intense, period. Imagine turning around looking at your man fucking you while you rub yourself down there for more pleasure.
At one point he flipped me like an omelette, grabbed my legs wide open and blindfolded me, asking me, How many fingers are inside, I don’t even remember how many orgasms hit me that night, I was too busy enjoying it.
I don’t know how many times we had sex that night, I woke up sometime around 11:00 AM next morning, and he was sleeping right next to me, I tried getting up, but I fell off bed, My legs were tied to the edge, I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked deranged. There were bites marks all over me.
Then finally clouds got clear, he was not a bartender, he was some guy who offered me a free drink and started talking, I thought of waking him up, but then I slide my hands right inside his blanket to touch his tool.
I wanted to know what made me so sore last night and he suddenly got up. ‘Ready for another round?’ he asked, and my knees were weak already. He kept me on the dressing table and fucked me from back; he was screaming the entire time, asking me to look at myself while we fuck, look at how unsatisfied I was and how badly I needed sex.
Eventually, I came multiple times, and at one point, he grabbed me by my hair, pull me down and came all over me. We took a shower together, exchanged numbers and walked away. But I know we will meet again.