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Dating Disasters
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Straight Female / 43
Left With Nothing To Show For It
With this pandemic thing still affecting certain cities, mine, I forget how other cities live. I went to visit a friend of mine in a southern town where people are out and about. After visiting with my friend I was back in my hotel which is in a large multiuse area. I got the feeling of just being free so I went down to the bar and ordered a drink at the bar.
A man sat beside me and we talked, he was a good looking man and I found myself flirting, and he flirted back. We moved from the bar to a booth and I felt his hand touch my arm, then my hand and soon his hand was resting on my thigh. I put my hand on his hand to keep it where it was but he moved it up and up and up my thigh and my hand just laid there on his as got his hand in between my thighs.
When he leaned over and kissed me I just closed my eyes. I heard him say that we should go up to my room, but it was a like a whisper. We went, he followed and in my room we undressed and I laid back on the bed. He sat beside me with his hand between my legs, kissing me and his fingers digging in as I opened my legs. I reached for his penis, his erection wasn't there. After a few minutes he went down on me and I achieved an orgasm.
His erection never happened, he apologized and told me that sometimes it was like that. He was nice, I did have an orgasm, but I didn't have what makes it complete. It's been a long time, a couple of years now since I had a man between my legs. I'm supposed to say that it doesn't matter, but it does. If he couldn't do it, fuck me then why did he play me? I don't understand.
I feel cheated. It was a shot at something, one in a million maybe. And nothing, I still feel like I was left half way there, I needed it right then, and I got nothing. Except used and fooled.
A man sat beside me and we talked, he was a good looking man and I found myself flirting, and he flirted back. We moved from the bar to a booth and I felt his hand touch my arm, then my hand and soon his hand was resting on my thigh. I put my hand on his hand to keep it where it was but he moved it up and up and up my thigh and my hand just laid there on his as got his hand in between my thighs.
When he leaned over and kissed me I just closed my eyes. I heard him say that we should go up to my room, but it was a like a whisper. We went, he followed and in my room we undressed and I laid back on the bed. He sat beside me with his hand between my legs, kissing me and his fingers digging in as I opened my legs. I reached for his penis, his erection wasn't there. After a few minutes he went down on me and I achieved an orgasm.
His erection never happened, he apologized and told me that sometimes it was like that. He was nice, I did have an orgasm, but I didn't have what makes it complete. It's been a long time, a couple of years now since I had a man between my legs. I'm supposed to say that it doesn't matter, but it does. If he couldn't do it, fuck me then why did he play me? I don't understand.
I feel cheated. It was a shot at something, one in a million maybe. And nothing, I still feel like I was left half way there, I needed it right then, and I got nothing. Except used and fooled.
