This going to be my first piece of public erotic writing. So be gentle with me, or don't, entirely your call, lol.
It was a friday night. I sat at home watching the sun set, my cat on my counter, huffing away. I was tired from the week's work and my vigorous exercise routine. But I wasn't satisfied by it's intensity. I longed for something more, sensual. Off of heels of my latest break up it had been awhile since I had fun with anyone and I was starting to feel the need to express myself sexually with another person.
For some people sex is a nice to have. For me it's a requirement for life. It keeps me going. It gives me energy. And it helps me work through all the dark little corners of my mind I'm too afraid to confront openly and honestly. We've all got damage, why should I be any different?
I decide to sink to a low point and get one of the dating apps. I start swiping through until I hit my limit. Then another. And another. I probably have 15 downloaded at this point. Same profile and pictures in every single one. I say the same generic garbage they all say - "Yes, I'm actually 6 ft tall and these pictures are all recent." And then I slip in a little sexual innuendo. This time I go with, "and my kinks staring deep into my lovers eyes, emotional intelligence and free spirited energy."
It always shifts a little, but I want them to know I'm ready for fun, without being a total mindless frat bro fuckboy. Even though I am definitely in a fuckboy state of mind.
I wait an hour and then pick a bar. I'm going to play the odds, but I'm also going to try my luck. I'm as the kids say, pretty fucking thirsty. And the cum from someone I'm eating out is the only liquid to quench my thirst.
I get to the bar and scope the place out. The pickings are a little slim and then she walks in. Her hair is shoulder length. Her eyes a light hazel green. She's wearing snug jean short shorts and a black crop top, that barely covers the exceptionally exquisite breasts underneath. She's 5'8'' and with amber mulatto skin. And she is a stunner. Breathe taking. A smoke show. A 10. Perfectly symmetrical features. An absolute knock out.
My mouth gaps a little as I eye fuck her from across the room, praying she doesn't make eye contact. Too late. I look away. I think she can tell I said "FUCK!" in my head.
She saunters over to me, "Haven't seen you in here before, what brings you to the smoky rose?" I'm caught off guard by her forwardness. I smile meekly, "Just out looking for some fun. Are you meeting anyone here?" I hope she isn't.
"Well, I'm a regular here. But mostly I'm just trying to live in the moment. What kind of fun?" She winks as she asks the question.