Disclaimer: don’t judge me, people do dumb, eyebrow raised shit but hey experience life an move on.
I always considered myself a reformed hoe. I changed my hoe-ish ways and was civilized but, last night changed all that.
Thanks to my love of Patron.
I was drunk off Parton….straight no chaser and I made bad choices that turned out to be good until some weird shit happened.
So it was around 9pm I receive a call from buddy #1 telling me that I should come over because he was feeling nice. Fine, whatever after 5 minutes of serious convincing from his end on why I need to come to his place I give in.
Let me just set the mood for as to the state I was on when he called. My room was dark mainly because of the time but I also have blackout curtains. The tv was the only thing that illuminated the room. I have been hibernating in my room since the previous day and there is evidence of me getting food from the crumpled up chip and candy bags. Along with a plates, cups and empty water bottles thrown on the floor. My hair was wild and I am sure my breathe and body was too. I resembled a bum. A homeless lady just with a home. It was bad but I was comfortable…funky yet still comfortable.
So from that state to his call there definitely was a need of me being convinced that I needed to go out into the real world.
Moving on he tells me that he was drinking and feeling nice. To me that translate as decent dick for at least 20 minutes. This is what swayed me into turn my light on and getting into the shower to become a real person again.
Due to the fact that I was dragging my feet on going out for decent dick I declined on shaving…anywhere. I wasn’t extremely hairy in places but things were a tad bit wild.
Before I get there I hit up the liquor store because if he is feeling nice I need to get up to that level and Patron will get me there fast. I got a couple mini bottles and drunk them before I saw him. Immediately once I see him I knew that not only did he drunk but he was high. So clearly he is at a higher level of nice than I thought. He was high and had Hennessey so my inner me was like
hell yea I am going to rape you
” but of course the outer me had to be cool.
For those who drink Patron, let alone straight you know it tends to make you hot. Hot…like you are in a sauna with winter clothes on. It also make me have a tingling sensation….. oh man, I love Patron.
So I tell him I’m hot and I start taking my clothes off. Now I am laying there in my bra and panties trying to cool off and this would be great for him to start, but of course not. It’s about 45 minutes later I am still cooling off and getting sleepy. My tingling sensation is gone and I am ready to leave.
We finally have sex and on scale of 1-10 (10 being the highest) I was a solid 4.
We’re laying there and I am talking made shit about how this was subpar dick and after the many time together I’ve only tapped out twice compared to him, which I know is greater than 20.
He starts falling asleep and I start playing games in my phone. Then the idea of me going home and playing with myself seems so much better. I start texting buddy #2 for some help in my solo session and he’s down.
Now before you even ask, buddy #2 was busy with work. I talked to him before I was no longer looking like a homeless lady. Also buddy #2 has an unpredictable schedule so who knew the series of events were to happen.
After I take a shower, I am trying to make a quick get away to go home buddy is trying to get me to stay. Oh hell no! I don’t do sleep overs. I finally leave still texting buddy #2 and I tell him how I miss him.
As soon as I start my engine, he sends me the best text ever.
“Come get some dick”
Oh my God!!!! I scream and shout not in the excitement of finally getting this text after months of being on hiatus with him and his good dick but because I just wasted my vagina for the day on buddy #1.
Why oh why, have they not invent the time machine yet?
After a long debate as I drive home of me pulling my hoe card out for this special moment I respond to him that I am on my way.
This was a serious debate of how can I go and have sex with one and a few hours have sex with another. I mean I have had sex with 2 different guys 23 hrs from each other but this was some serious hoe shit that I never done before.
Well I looked at it from many different ways.
1. Guys do it. I know the whole double standard thing blah blah blah but you gotta really think this was some “white whale” shit that I have been waiting for.
2. Protection. I used protection with one so I will also use it with the other. I can take being a hoe, but a nasty hoe I can’t love with.
3. Exclusivity. I am not in a relationship with either of this guy’s so I can live a scantily clad life for the night.
4. Privacy. I was going to take this to the grave but I decided to share with the world.
5. I am fucking horny. All buddy #1 did was get me to level where I needed to have sex.
6. It’s getting late. It’s Sunday, a school night I am not trying to be up all night knowing I have to get up in a few hours.
After all that I didn’t feel bad or judgment against myself about doing this.
I go to buddy #2 house and we talk for 2 minutes before he said “take it off now”.
I was so excited that I was able to have sex with him I declined him giving me head because again really fucked up plus I just missed his dick.
We have sex, and dammit the shit was amazing. Epic. The best.
Once…twice…three times in one session. It was well needed.
Something else happened in the midst of the second time. I started getting teary-eyed. Then I started to cry.
I don’t know why I started to cry but I was just so good.
After we finished he asked if I was ok and all I could say is I’m just emotional right now and I don’t know why.
I don’t know if this was some life changing moment. If it was just that I finally had him and I was overwhelmed. Who knows but, this was scary.
This shit was bothering the hell out of me the entire time I was driving home. It wasn’t even that I was thinking about my hoe-ism, I was just dumbfounded on the fact that was crying.
It’s not like was in pain or hurting I was just overjoyed that I was having great sex and I just started to cry. Crazy.
Now that I’ve been able to reflect I guess I will be a hoe I just need to do it in moderation and I need to have more sex with buddy #2.
FYI for the judgemental fuckers that still read this and judged me, yes do get tested for diseases regularly because I trust none of these niggas. I did something stupid but hey many life experiences come from doing stupid shit. If I found out that these niggas left their spawn in me, well I’m pro-choice. If you still have shit to say fuck off.
Honestly who can say that haven’t done some stupid shit?