Alright bitches, I just had a strange/epic night out ending up in bed with a girl I've known for a long time. A little backstory - I met this girl - let's call her 'Z' - on Valentine's Day when I was waiting for my 'date' at the club, when I got bored and decided to chat to her, ending up making out with her. Her own Valentine wasn't too happy
we kept finding each other and doing the same thing, but not having sex. I'd dismissed it as way too late by this point, but at least I did it.
So here goes!
I'm dressed in jeans, simple brown boots and a thin tight fitting shirt to show off the powaaaa. Got into a bar my band usually performs at called Ships and Giggles (yes really), I'm meeting a mate for her 20th birthday as well as WelshGod and Crazy Dave. We just bantering watching the open mic and what not, having fun and stuff. I'm talking to everyone and stuff. I'm often very flirty with the girl who's party it was. She has a lot of male friends, and I notice that one of them is trying to pull her away from me, saying things like 'Don't talk to him!' Friendzoned guy? I feel sorry for him and also makes me a little wary of my influence on people. That knowledge is makes me feel both good and bad (but mostly good cos IDC lol!); I'm appearing in a very 'alpha' position but it causes people like this guy some degree of pain.
I've noticed that WelshGod seems to speak about things that are bothering him in a way that makes it seem like he cares about them. He's not quite at that 'I'm on top of shit/don't give a fuck' stage yet. Crazy Dave is awesome as ever.
So we're at Warehouse, AGAIN. We're just chilling and whatnot. Feeling a little reluctant and whatnot at the start of the night. Despite this, I notice that I'm still dancing of my own accord to music and doing silly things depsite being reluctant to approach. So it's definitely not a case of anxiety, and my ego isn't exactly crippling me.
So after a while of malarky and like 2 sets (lol), I'm thinking of heading home. At that moment, Z and her friends come up the stairs whenI;m waiting for WelshGod to come out of the loo. Like always, they greet me, telling me that Z is drunk; her 'method' of getting sex is a) getting drunk as possible, and b) be a slut. They're not wrong! She pretty much just makes out with me all on her own. Ahhhh drunk girls. They are basically like 'Take care of Z for us!'. Absolute bros, the lot of them.
So I'm chilling with her for a bit, more drunk grinding and making out with her and whatnot. We go to the top floor, and I do my cool dancing and whatnot. I tend to get a lot of reactions to this when I'm in a good mood, but this surprised me. One girl decided to pretty much lunge at me, I asked her who she was ans she answered 'Your true love.' Well, that's not creepy! Z saw the whole thing, preselection for the win. More time passes, then I try extracting her by this point, because I've tried too many times with Z so I'm really not fussed now. That doesn't go according to plan, and she heads off elsewhere in the club saying she'll find me again.
Stuff happens, then I bump into Z again. Sickkkk, time to carry on where I left off. That goes well, I'm bouncing her in between floors, the dancefloor and seats. At this point I'm getting a lot of rep for being the 'player'; Crazy Dave and a bouncer I am friendly with are shotuing things like 'Put your finger in her!', a girl who I had a thing with who doesn't usually like me turned around all positive trying to get my attention, a load of guys who supposedly have beef with WelshGod are shouting things like 'Bruno!' at me; that's fine, they are the kind of egotistical people to hang on the sidelines looking at all the fun people not give a fuck and taking the piss of them.
Time passes. I'm still attempting to extract her, she be stubborn. She keeps biting me and clawing me, it fucking hurts! So eventually I'm like "Do that again and I will leave you here." Bad move, but I was seriously pissed off with that. At one point, I'm like putting my hands all up her clothes and bra-blasting her. Z doesn't care and probably doesn't realise.
So eventually it's late enough and I just take her with me back to hers. This is the funny bit.
I left my shoes next to her purse downstairs on the couch and a sign to the others that we're home safely. She needs to sober up and she wants food. She's there 'drinking' a yogurt straight out of the tub and falls over the last sets of stairs and gets it everywhere. LOL.
So yeah, fuck the yogurt. I get her into bed and it's all natural from there. For some reason my dick won't get hard (not sure why, think it might be to do with me wearing a chastity cage when I'm at home/sleeping), so I just keep fingering her and make her come. Her vagina is like a fucking canyon! Das cool. Accompanied by more clawing and biting, das HORRIBLE. You're not a fucking tiger!
Soon, the inevitable happens and her SPAM just invite themselves in to our finger-banging sesh. Brill. For some reason, her best mate has a whole bunch of balloons, like she stole them from somewhere. Okay then
her firend behind is just laughing, then they try pulling the pillow off me I'm using to shield my wee-wee from unwanted eyes.
Then we get back to it, and I get down to business and start fucking her. She really knows what she's doing, despite being drunk! Or maybe it's just because she's drunk...? She's really wet and stuff. We carry that on for a short while, and again after I decide to take a small break. I love the feeling of stretching a girl with your boner >>> ACE!
So then I fall asleep, or at least try to in her single bed in her dingy, messy-as-fuck room. Then I wake up and decide to try again, but she ain't having it due to her massive hangover and very limited memory of the night before. So after a little snooze/spoon I left. I'm still trying to piece together what events transpired to her!
Cheers,
Ninja
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