Under the strobe light

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I have always been a lonesome woman, always saw romance as something that was just not for me. And as such, I kind of avoided it, thinking it was something that would simply waste my time, seeing as how all my previous endeavors with romance ended in humiliation, heartbreak and ultimately, a sense of less self-worth. I had realized that romance was just simply not for me, and I decided not to bother with it. I had been leading a pretty unbothered, romance less life and I was quite content.

However, as human beings sometimes we simply can’t control feeling attracted to someone, it’s in our body and nature as animals. So, of course, I do feel attracted to some people I find visually appealing. This is not a rare occurrence at all, despite my hatred of romance. My story – and the finding of a thrilling experience – began at a new club. I work as a journalist, and my boss sent me to write a piece on the new elegant club, despite not wanting to go. I figured I would go, have a drink, talk to the bartender, check out the furniture, and write a short review and be done with it. However, I got more of this outing than I expected.

I wore my brunette hair high, in a classy style, and put a decorative flower crown over my head, which matched my dark green cardigan and my beige mini skirt, a choice of clothes appropriate for the style of the locale, which was bohemian-inspired. I finished with grey shoes and my purse, then threw some make up into the mix to not look out of place. My big boobs were not so attention-grabbing due to my dull choice of colors, and I was happy with that. Without further ado, I took my mini tablet and headed for the club, ready to write my piece.

The ambient was really chill, and there were a lot of young couples enjoying the place already when I got in, around 8 P.M. It was new, but the amount of people there told me it was already becoming popular. The decoration was nice, with a lot of street-style DIY paintings and decór, as well as a lot of plants and dim neon lights. I felt very comfortable in this place, and my review was starting to shape up in my head. I took a seat by the bar, and ordered a soft drink to have while I wrote my piece. During this time, I couldn’t help but notice a man that was looking at me from across the bar.

He was tall, not so muscular, his hair was black and long but short, he was wearing appropriate hipster clothes, and was trying to grab my attention with his white smile, which he succeeded at doing. I was charmed, but I had to focus on writing my piece first and foremost. While adding the finishing touches to the piece, the man approached me and took a seat beside me.

“You’re so busy with that iPad, did you come here alone? My name is James.” The man, now known to me as James, said in a sweet, honey like voice which was deep enough. “I am working, I am a journalist and my name is Joanna. Nice to meet you” I said, giving him a look and a smile, then resuming my work. “You seem to be almost done with that, Joanna” He said, and I turned to see that charming smile of his. “Indeed” I replied.

“Maybe we can chill after you’re done?” he asked, and I smiled. “Certainly so” I replied, then finished writing my review. After that, I put my iPad in my purse and ordered another drink, then established a conversation with the sensual stranger. He worked as a nurse and seemed to know more about other, miscellaneous things rather than nursing stuff. He was funny, and I found myself falling for that. After a few drinks, when the bar was more packed and the noise was making it hard to talk, he told me he could drive me around to talk. I agreed.

We drove around town for a while, continuing with our wholesome conversation, then we stopped by his house. It was a modest house, big enough for him but with not much more to offer. He offered me a glass of wine, and before I knew it we were drinking and tipsy. One thing led to the other, and we started to make out on his couch. He was a great kisser, and I don’t think I had kissed anyone with his skill before. He undressed me slowly, almost without me noticing, and I clumsily undressed him. Before long, we were naked on his living, and he was eating my pussy. His unshaved, morning beard was being a little itchy on my pussy, but it felt good.

After getting me wet and loose, he stood up and grabbed his average-length erection and began to pound me slowly. He was a sensual fuck, and I was enjoying it a lot. He skillfully changed positions over and over in the couch, without even sliding his cock out, which made it all more comfortable and continuous. After a good 30 minutes of fucking, he pulled out and I instinctively got on my knees to suck on his dick, waiting for the load. He came a big, warm load into my mouth, and it spilled from the sides of my mouth onto my tits, then he slapped me softly with his cock.

After that, we took a steamy shower together, and we slept naked. The following day, he made breakfast for me then drove me home, and left me his number. Am I in love with James? No. Do I want to hear more of him? most likely.

Never stop yourself from giving things a chance.