Friday, March 13, 2009
Meeting G. Part 1
Just over a month ago i was out with friends and met a guy who was over from England for the weekend in Dublin. It was during a period of time when i was feeling so extremely horny and nothing seemed to quench my aching cunt. I liked him immediately. He wasn't the best looking in his group but looks are fleeting to me. I've learned for part experience just how dull 'good looking' guys really are. He was so cock sure of himself, he didn't make any special effort to attract female attention. The same can't be said for his friends. Sitting chatting to his friend i could feel his eyes bore into me as an extremly attractive blond twittered in his ear. I glanced over making eye contact, looking away quickly - embarrassed. Again i steal a look, still those cold grey eyes pierce into me. I started to feel a little uncomfortable, shifting in my seat but the room has gone quiet. I can no longer focus on the friend. I get braver and hold his gaze for a few seconds. I smile - Nothing! Not even a flinch. I give in and get up to go to the toilet. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I went to the bar, as i try to get the attention of the girl behind the bar a hand grabs the flesh of my arse and gropes me unashamedly. Turning around 'what the fuc...' grey eyes staring back at me striking me dumb. I push his hand - that was still on my arse - away. He smiled and paid for my drink. I don't know where the blond disappeared to. He lead me to a secluded corner and we chatted. He had a northern English accent with a low deep voice. God it was so fucking sexy. Turned out he was extremely articulate, witty, intelligent and we had quiet a lot in common. Bonus points for the fact he could pronounce my name which is one of those problematic Irish names which English people seem to find impossible to pronounce. Before i knew it, we were being kicked out as it was long after closing time. His friends had gone to a club next door as had mine. As we walked out the door we both knew we wouldn't be joining them in the club. We walked out of the bar and hailed a taxi back to mine. I figured i wouldn't be seeing his again as he was flying back to England the next day - i could be as un-inhibitated as i needed to get it out of my system......
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3 comments:
You write incredibly sexy prose and your stories are beautifully teasing. I am turned on reading this and I wonder what it would be like to have you uninhibited and test your sexual boundaries...
Hi again AWS,
I enjoyed your recounting of your meeting with G in Temple Bar. You are going against the argument a friend of mine made by claiming that the negative feelings reported by women after one night stands, suggests that they are not well adapted to fleeting sexual encounters.
I think their might be many an Irish lady out there, who have an ‘English Temple Bar’ one night stand story to tell. And well, fair play to them.
I do find that the eye contact tells a very big story, it’s simply..”Yes” or “No” in that moment.
You might agree with the comment, that for women it is not the quantity of men, but rather the quality. They are much more likely to have casual sex when there is a chance of forming a long-term relationship.
But having said all that….if your ‘horny’…your horny!! you need to get laid…Yes?
Best wishes,
Paolo
Shlong - thank you for your comments unfortunately on this occasion my sexual boundaries didn't even come close to being stretched to my limits. I too long for the man that can do this for me. Someone who gets into my head as much as anything else. Paolo - welcome and thank you also for your comment. I don't think women have one night stands as easily or as frequently as our male counterparts but speaking personally there is a certain rush and buzz flirting and going as far as sleeping with someone new, mysterious. Its the unknown, he could be your best lover ever or maybe not. I do in a sense agree with your friend though because - and again this is from my own personal experience - in the past when i was young and naive i mistook men's lust for possible love.
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