Wondering into the bar that night, I began to question why I showed up there in the first place. Maybe I wanted a stiff drink, maybe I wanted a stiff cock, or maybe—just maybe – I wanted to give a stiff cock to an unexpectedly lucky lady. Either way, when she walked in moments after my second beer and my third game of pool, I knew I had to have her. How would I go about making her submit to my willful and sexual desires?
Feeling like a sexual hunter—my strap-on dildo secured inside my boxer briefs –I cunningly glared at and surveyed her every move while I played my fourth game of pool. She had come along with a group of very attractive girl-friends, but none of them captivated me as much as she did. Her long and curly hair waved just over her spectacled face. Her glasses giving her a submissive tone—shy, lonely, and naïve. Even with all of those other girls surrounding her, she still seemed like she'd rather be somewhere else. It was an 'anywhere-but-here' type of vaguely distraught countenance. As she turned to the bar, I decided to eye-up her figure. She had wonderfully pronounced hips, long and seemingly toned legs; although her ruffled jacket hid most of her abdomen, I could still see that she had a decent amount of belly over what looked like toned muscle. She's probably a college girl; just here because her friends had dragged her along for the ride.
Now it was my time to strike conversation. I could tell she didn't want to be here, and I was going to give her every reason to leave... with me.
I strode up next to her at the bar, ordered four shots of tequila, slammed two of them with no problem, and walked away. While I began walking away, she touched my shoulder; pretty bold move for a submissive college girl—if I may so say.
I turned in response, "what is it?" I questioned her with a glare, and she went full submissive. I couldn't help but let a smirk creep along my face. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated and watery with fear, and her arms had just a hint of goose-bumps.
"I think... I think that you left these two shots here by mistake, miss" her scrabbling accusation was too endearing to refuse.
With the aforementioned smirk, "I believe you are correct" I retorted, "help yourself, if you want them."
"I'm not much of a tequila drinker" she blanched, and her cheeks grew a bit of blush beneath their pigment.
"What do you prefer to drink, absinthe?" I joked with a snarky attitude, still carrying that smirk from earlier. Her eyes lit up, and she bit her lower lip.
"I usually stick to red wines, or whatever malt liquor I can afford..." still seeming to fumble with her words, she began fingering the ruffles of her jacket; taking this chance I took her hand in mine cautiously, leaned in with my mouth close to her ear, and whispered, "I have red wine at my place. Two blocks from here. Want to join me?"
Her eyes widened at my request, and I could finally see them sparkle emerald-green with light tinges of blue. It took every ounce of willpower I had to not take her in my arms and kiss her right then and there in the middle of the bar. Luckily, she agreed rather quickly to join me for some red wine. Even if I was close to being ten shades of tipsy, I still had enough control to woo this college girl off her feet and hopefully out of her faded jeans. We walked three blocks from the bar to my apartment; opening the door, she walked in after I half stumbled in with key in hand.
"Make yourself at home..." I blurted out as I stepped into the kitchen to retrieve the last bottle of red wine; I can't recall what the name of it was. To my elation—out of all of the places she could possibly sit –she sat on my king-sized bed at the far corner of my apartment. I ambled over to her, gazing at how gently her slender and pale fingers sprawled over my black comforter.
"I don't really have any glasses at the moment, sorry..." my voice cracked a tad when I handed her the bottle of red wine.
