God I don’t even know where to begin. In the past 2 weeks, I have had more sex, with more people, than I had previously had in the past six years.
Wow it sounds dramatic when phrased that way.
I’m just going to write about one of the sexual partners for now. Wow, this is a multi-chapter story.
E met me at a bar in a white line suit and immediately gave my a look like he wanted to fuck me. He is in an open relationship so I felt like the stakes were low. All this made me feel at ease. I’d told myself I didn’t even want to sleep with him.
Cut to me naked in my apartment, and him holding me by the hair and telling me how fucking pretty I am.
E invited me to a sex party that was happening a couple days later. I giddily said yes. Oh my gosh yes.
The next morning I woke up hungover, beating the hell out of myself. Oh so you’re just a straight-up slut now huh? But nothing bad had happened, no one got hurt, and I was doing what I wanted.
I was so nervous in the lead-up to the party. But curious too.
On Saturday night he showed up in another linen suit and a straw hat. It was a 20’s-themed sex party. He was nervous too. But he had taken a beta blocker and brought joints.
The ride over to Brooklyn was surprisingly sweet. The sun was setting over the city and it looked beautiful from the bridge we drove across.
He looked at my knee, bare under my dress, and asked if I’d had surgery. I said yes and he gently traced circles over my knee. I sighed.
The party was a lot. I was anxious and almost bailed before we even got there. There was food and booze and gorgeous people. E wanted to fuck me in front of all of them, and it was freaking me out.
In the basement, several beds were pushed together like a stage, full of people fucking while other people (me) watched.
One woman looked like a blonde, strong, tan porn star. She looked gorgeous even while getting her face pounded into a mattress. While she was getting railed, the strand of pearls she was wearing broke and scattered all over the bed. It was just beautiful.
Oh my god I can’t do this.
E kept pawing at me, kissing me, trying to get me to have sex with him right there, and I kept saying no. We found a semi-private corner (that still had tons of people walking by). His member was out and I stared at it for a long time, then with a sigh I knelt down and… well, you know.
We moved again, to a red room with restraints and a bed and another couple fucking fight next to us. E pushed me onto the bed. I was starting to feel better, possibly even comfortable. He got on top of me and we kissed for a while.
“Were you scared that you were about to fuck me out the window?” said the woman next to us, to the man who was inside her.
And that’s when E admitted that he couldn’t do this either.
We left the party and went to my apartment, where I went down on him for much longer. He growled things at me in a much deeper, primal voice than how he usual sounds. That growl called me a cocksucker, and I was surprised by how deeply I enjoyed being called that.
Who would’ve known. The night you go to a second party, the hottest stuff happens in your own apartment.