One recent night, I was on my way home from a work party. I was in a taxi and was pretty darn drunk.
I’d fucked one of my former colleagues the night prior. I still haven’t written about him; he was my other Faraway Lover and is #35 of the Men I’ve Slept with. Perhaps I should get going with that story.
Whilst in the taxi, I get the following text:
“Hey, wanna get fucked on your stairs?”
…and no, it wasn’t from #35. It was from someone #46 onwards. I’m not telling who, for a change. It’s immaterial (but it’s not P…nobody needs to get their panties in a twist).
Now, I love to get fucked pretty much any time, but I have to confess that had I been sober, I would have said no, as I had in the past with him. My nanny was sleeping over at my house to allow me to be out so late. Fucked in my front hallway while my nanny and son are sleeping upstairs? Might be too much, even for me.
I text back “Hell yeah”.
He tells me he’s on his way.
I get home, take off my nylons (I much prefer stockings, but sometimes, you just need a smooth line under a dress) and within a few minutes I hear a quiet knock on my front door.
I haven’t seen him in a long time. He looks scruffy but hot. We say little and kiss hello.
My nanny’s dog (which she brings when she stays overnight) hears us and comes downstairs, barking like mad. I tell it to shush and it goes back upstairs.
My lover puts his hand up my dress, pushes aside my black thong, and starts to finger me. It feels really good – he’s talented. I had forgotten that.
I return the favour and suck his lovely cock for a few minutes, enjoyed the delightful sensation of someone growing bigger and harder in my mouth. He pushes up my dress and tries to fuck me on the stairs but the angle isn’t quite right.
His hands find their place again. He makes me cum very quickly. Being quiet is a real challenge.
He suggests I turn around so he is now able to take me from behind. I’m incredibly wet at this point. He starts to fuck me. He cums within a few minutes.
Literally, 2-3 minutes.
He pulls out, we talk for maybe 1 minute, he says goodnight, gives me another kiss, and turns and leaves.
All in all, I think he was in my house for less than 15 minutes.
Do I feel used?
Absolutely. This guy came over, fucked me for a few minutes and left. I guess I used him too, but I could have had a better orgasm by using a combination of my Hitachi and my big dildo.
Do I feel bad?
Not so much. Well…maybe a little bit. Here’s the ridiculous thing. Had he even taken 2 more minutes to chat it would have made a difference. I’m okay with someone using me for sex but I want just a modicum – a tiny amount – of pretend…that I’m not just a hole.
So now, despite his slim bod and beautiful cock – I won’t be doing that again with him, no matter how drunk.