Fucking her was the worst experience I’ve ever had with a woman. First big turn-off: She got herself too drunk to take even the most emphatic directions from me. Second major deal breaker: She assaulted my pussy so fiercely with her barbed-wire nails that I had to run out to the pharmacy for a yeast infection kit that same night.
Why did I go ahead with it? Well, she’s hot. What’s more, there was chemistry (at least when she was sober). Besides, I was curious. ….And my man was really into the idea of a threesome with her. Let me give you some background. My guy, PC, met her first. She was a student in one of his marketing classes. They ended up collaborating in a group project, and inevitably became friends.
When I first met her during a 5 à 7 (i.e., Montreal-speak for happy hour), she seemed like a polished, professional, and determined young woman who was not shy about her sexuality. We ended up bonding over a discussion of the apparent crisis in masculinity in the 20-something generation. (Funny side note: She confessed that most of the men her age with whom she’d hook up got mad at her for wanting to have sex early in the relationship, claiming that it made them feel used!)
Anyhow, before leaving to meet my vanilla girlfriends later that night, I made it clear to PC that I was interested in playing with her. In his usual, charming manner, he found a discreet way to convey my message…. After some heated texting between the two of them during the course of that same weekend, Ms. Unicorn practically invited herself over to our place the following Sunday afternoon for an intimate tête-à-tête over sushi and wine. We were both convinced that her enthusiasm was a sure sign of a delicious night in.
We couldn’t have been more wrong.... Let's just say that I was never more thankful to have someone pass out in my company than on that unfortunate Sunday evening.
To be continued....
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