The Sleeper

At a friend's house party, I was happy to cut loose and socialize after working hard.  The party was co-hosted by her neighbors above her apartment and next door.  There was quite a bit of alcohol.  I had already planned to spend the night at her house, which gave me the freedom to consume as much beer without worrying about catching a subway or taxi home.

So, that being said, forgive me if some of this seems to be a bit blurry.

At one point, I was having a casual conversation with several folks, which then dwindled to a conversation between myself and my friend's neighbor.

Next thing I know, he's pressing his lips against mine.  I was completely unaware that I was making any signals that I was even remotely interested, especially since I had interacted with him several times before this party.  But, I let it happen.

We were those people at the party.  The people that are just straight making-out in the corner of the room.  I could feel people staring and moving away.  I had to pull away several times just to catch my breath.

My friend checked in with me throughout the evening, just to make sure I was aware of what was happening.  I told her that I was okay with what was happening, and she gave us her blessing.

Eventually, we left the party to go to his house and sneaked into his bedroom.

This is where it got pretty hot and heavy, as though it wasn't already.  We quickly undressed ourselves and continued to make out.

There's something thrilling about pulling out this kind of energy in another person.  There's the feeling of being so desired and the feeling of wanting to please that other person.

I moved my kisses down his neck, down his chest, and made my way to his dick.

At this point in my journey, I had learned several tricks that seemed to further excite the men I had already pleased.  I decided this guy was worth showing some of my tricks to.

Big mistake.

As quickly as we got undressed, he proceeded to cum into my mouth.  I barely got to show him all my tricks, but I figured it meant I did quite well.

After cleaning up a bit, I kissed my way back up to his lips.  I was ready to receive my treat for treating him.

While we started kissing again, I could feel that he was slowing down.  Next thing I knew, he was fast asleep.

He was asleep.  I couldn't believe it.  I tried waking him and saying that it was my turn, but I got barely a grunt.

I sat in the dark of his bedroom for a bit, frustrated and uncertain of what to do.

After several minutes, I resigned myself to getting dressed and walking back to my friend's house.  Boy, was my friend surprised to see me again so soon after I left.  The party had dwindled down to the residents and a few of their friends.  I was able to tell her what happened and how disappointed I was in the situation.

We laughed a bit, but we were both disappointed at the outcome.

The following day, after I had already gone home, my friend informs me that her neighbor had been looking for me.  He wanted to get in contact with me, perhaps make up for him falling asleep?  In the light of day, I decided I didn't want to pursue anything with her friend.  I had already been burned by a friend-of-a-friend situation.

About a year later, I ran into him again at my friend's going-away party at a local restaurant.  He seemed happy at a chance to reconnect with me.  Sadly, I was in the midst of a relationship, and he soon realized that he blew his chance at making anything else happen between us.

There are certainly times I still worry about running into him when I'm in his neighborhood.  But that has yet to happen again.


Lesson Learned:  After consuming alcoholic beverages and feverishly making out, don't ever ever EVER give a guy oral before you get yours first.

The Ego-Tripping Liar

In the height of my Summer of Sin, I had befriended someone in my community.  We became fairly good friends, and we would confide in each other quite a bit.  I was excited to have a new female friend, as I wondered how friends were made outside of school and work.

She proceeded to introduce me to several of her friends as well.  One of whom I found quite interesting.  He made me laugh, which as any girl can tell you is a thing to pay attention to.

I tried not to involve my friend, since I knew that it might complicate our new friendship.  At one point, however, I invited him to hang out in my apartment.  Truth be told, I had the faintest idea that perhaps this newer friendship could have blossomed into something a bit more.

As we started hanging out, we eventually moved to a more intimate type of hanging out.  There was definitely something bit off, however.

His kisses were messy, but clearly wanting so much.  He was a bit hairy for my personal taste, but I let it go mainly because I was already turned on.  Finally, as I prepared to provide him with a bit of oral stimulation, I found that he was having difficulty becoming aroused.

At first, I tried to reassure him, saying that he just needed to relax.  But nothing I was doing to his dick seemed to be doing anything.

Eventually, he pushed me away.  Clearly frustrated, he said he had to go and quickly gathered his belongings and left my apartment.

I was a bit shocked and disappointed.  But I figured I'd try to give him another chance if he wanted.

In the following days, I proceeded to tell our mutual friend what had happened between us, but not really the details of it all.  I'm not really sure what happened or how it happened, but then I started getting wind that he was telling her that he wasn't really that into me and that I was a bitch and a liar.  He also told her that I basically forced myself on him, that I was begging for it.

I was so confused.  And pissed off.  How dare he proceed to make it seem like I was so desperate to have sex with him!  How dare he make it seem like he was a passive participant!

Well, I suppose he really was passive, in a way.  But I just couldn't believe that he would proceed to concoct a different story to protect his limp...ego.

Luckily, my friend believed me and my version of the story.  This experience certainly left a foul taste in my mouth.  I knew I needed to cool off and stay away from boys for a while just to shake the negative energy he seemed to be throwing my way.

I certainly didn't ever speak to him again, and it made me reevaluate the type of person I would be associating with.


Lesson Learned:  Sometimes a man's ego is like his cock.  If he feels like he has something lacking, he will over-compensate in other ways.  Sometimes he will over-compensate by being an asshole.

The Pug

I had agreed to meet with this new man at a local bar.  This was perhaps the first time I had ever actually agreed to meet with someone outside of my own apartment.

There was a strange, counter-intuitive safety about having these strangers just come straight to my apartment, as opposed to being seen at a bar or restaurant.  I figured I had to start letting them at least attempt to impress me before I let them stick their dick in me.

I made sure to let a friend know where I was going to be, and also set up a plan to let her know whether I might need rescuing or not.

After several drinks and much conversation, he offered to drive me home.  The bar wasn't too far from my apartment, but I figured he wanted to show off his wheels.

As he parked in front of my apartment, we both agreed on how we had a great time.  He then leaned in for the kiss.

There is definitely a benefit to making out with a black man.  As a person with full lips, I need to feel like I'm actually kissing something that isn't his face.  I definitely prefer men with some substance to their brain, body, and lips.

After a couple of minutes of making out, I decided I was wet enough to invite him in.

When we got into my apartment, the making out continued.  Soon, pieces of clothing were being removed. I could tell that this man was eager.  I could feel that he was ready to take all of me in.

As he slid down to go down on me, I realized that he was so hungry for me he was practically so voracious.  So voracious that he was breathing really heavy.  So heavy that I was getting distracted by it.

Halfway through his eating me out, I suddenly realized that he sounded like a pug with breathing problems.  Was he really working so hard that he sounded like a truffle-sniffing pig?  It didn't help that this was a somewhat large man who was sticking his snout into my crotch area.

Don't get me wrong.  After really trying hard to concentrate on what he was doing instead of what it sounded like he was doing, the oral sex was amazing.  But it definitely took a bit longer than I would have liked it to.

After he dismissed himself, I knew that I just couldn't deal with his heavy breathing.  It was just to distracting and I really didn't think that I could handle another session of feeling like his first meal after being stranded on a deserted island.  I honestly thought that if he was having health issues that I didn't want to be the person he died on-top-of-while-inside-of.

I felt bad, because I didn't want to dismiss him because of his weight.  What if he really did have a breathing problem?  He deserves good sex just like the rest of us.

But I wasn't willing to settle for that.  If it worked out again, I would let him back into my bed, but I wasn't going to make it happen necessarily.

I never did see him again, but I do wish him well.

Lesson Learned:  There's something to be said about taking ones time to finish your meal, especially if you are the main course.  But there's no need to feel like a trough during sex.  It should feel delectable.