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Erectile Dysfunction Strikes
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Erectile Dysfunction Strikes I did something I rarely do: I agreed meet someone I had never met before in his hotel room. Not in the hotel bar or the bar/restaurant next door. But in the actual hotel room. As in: what's the room number,<b> park </font></b>the car, stride confidently the elevators, press the elevator button to the correct floor, get off the elevator, find the room and knock on the door. I remember thinking in my car on the way to the hotel that I didn't even want to know his name. I just wanted to take my clothes off and fuck. I knock on the door and there's no answer. I knock again. Silence. A little bit of panic sets in, as I'm thinking I may have been played. Or knocking on the wrong hotel room door in the wrong hotel. I his number and hear a phone ringing on the other side of the door. I hear him laughing. I think, "I am being played." Fuck. The door opens and he stands there, bare chested, in his underpants. He's actually a little more handsome in person than in his pictures. I walk in, realize there aren't other men hiding, and leave my purse on the desk. The tv is on, loud and distracting. He asks if I would like a drink. I carefully watch him open the wine bottle -- never take a cup of anything from a man that you haven't seen him open -- and pour some wine in those cheap hotel plastic tumblers. I take my cup and go sit on the bed. He's at the foot of the bed, chattering away. Some men, when I meet them in hotels, are nervous and they TALK. Like magpies. About absolutely nothing. I quickly realize that he is drunk. Really drunk. He slurs a few words. He continues TALK. I take my clothes off and we get the covers. He gets on top of . Kisses . I'm already wet. I've wanted fuck since I got in my car and drove this hotel and I am primed and ready be entered by his cock but.... He slides it up and down my pussy, holding it in his hands. My head is back, my eyes closed. But.... His cock does not stay hard. I think, "ok, let help with this" and take him in my mouth. Rub his cock between my massive 40M tits. Nothing. We try again, missionary. Nothing. Words come my mind: The incredible Mr. Limpet. Flaccid. Drunk. He decides please and makes his way my pussy. I am primed and ready be eaten. It starts well. I start climb the orgasm mountain. My hips gyrate in anticipation. And then he... Stops. And then the incredible happens: he falls asleep. I mean stone cold asleep. I can hear him snoring between my legs, over the baseball game. Well, that's a first. A 's gotta do what a 's gotta do and I finish the job myself, masturbating my own orgasm, thank you very much. He wakes up when I'm cumming. Of course he does. I get up and get dressed and leave him in the hotel, snoring loudly, grateful that I don't have that far drive get home. In the days since this evening, he has been blowing up my phone, asking forgiveness and for me give him another chance. What say you, FriendFinder-x world: do I give him another chance? Or do I tell him buzz off? |
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I wouldn't even talk to him anymore if I was you. Any man that would do that to you doesn't deserve a second chance. You are a very sexy woman and deserve to be satisfied when you want it especially if you took the time to go meet him. If I was the guy I would have been damn sure I could have preformed for you but in the end it is your choice. reach me in my blog titled private mail
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No way. I deserve better than that.
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Getting drunk wasn't an accident
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To likestwolook: no, it wasn't. I decided not to see him again.
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We all know life's too short.Why in the world do you take something so precious and treat it with such disregard.Is there anyone else that knows you're playing russian roulette on a regular bases. So looks not his behavior? Sure why not! Using more than all the road!
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