Throwback: Slippery Argentinian

That's how I like to straddle.
That’s how I like to straddle.

Here’s a little throwback situation I was in.

Had a girl’s night out with too many drinks, met a 30-year-old Argentinian that I immediately knew I wanted. In other words, I wasn’t leaving without him. He had thick, short dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. Perfect teeth, sexy body… the type of guy I’d never have met in my 20s.

Now let me tell you what I don’t do – public display of affection. Locals know everyone, and I don’t like people knowing my business. But for some reason, I was so entranced with this hottie, I forgot my own rule and ended up making out with him in front of everyone before leaving in a cab and heading to my house. (I ended up paying for the cab.)

It didn’t take long before walking through the door to start back where we’d left off in the club. We basically tore each other’s clothes off and went at it. I had a brand new batch of condoms and we put one to use. The sex was totally hot. He liked me on top of him, which I prefer anyway, and we just pounded each other until we both came… and that didn’t take long for either of us. Then he said he had to pick his kids up clear across town in a few hours and needed to get his car. I ended up falling asleep, and when I woke up he was gone. We never exchanged numbers.

About three or four days later, something wasn’t right “down there”. I wasn’t worried about having any diseases, so I figured it’s probably just a regular women’s issue. Two more days later, and I wasn’t feeling so well. I brush it off to thinking I’m coming down with something or it’s hormonal. Then I started having dreams (two to be exact) about being pregnant. But I knew that was impossible. Finally, the issue came to a head.

Apparently, Mr. Argentina failed to inform me that the condom had slipped off during sex and was still inside of me. I couldn’t feel it way up there; I thought he’d flushed it. In the meantime, I had been playing with my toys and probably shoving it back up inside without even realizing it. I was just thankful I didn’t end up in the emergency room over it from toxic shock or something.

Once I discovered what had happened, I thought how in the fuck could a grown ass man not tell me the condom had fallen off? Embarrassment? Stupidity? Did he even know how to use one properly (given that he had been married for a while). I didn’t even have his phone number to remind him about what he did. I was pretty disgusted by the whole way it happened. It had never happened before, and it hasn’t happened since.

Cub #2 – The Med Student

Sending a selfie to a cub
Sending a selfie to a cub

After I’d stopped seeing Blue Eyes, I was out dancing with my friends one night and bumped into a really cute dark haired, tanned and toned-bodied guy with beautiful blue-green eyes that appeared to be in his late 20s or so. It turned out he was going to school with the intentions of becoming a doctor, which was a plus, because I am highly attracted to intelligent men. We exchanged numbers and began a texting relationship for a few weeks. As it turns out, he was only 23. Yikes! He stated he had no problem with older women.

I wasn’t a big texter at the time, so it was a little annoying for me to have an entire conversation that didn’t consist of actually speaking. We sent some photos back and forth to each other (innocent) at first and then came the dick pics. It was difficult to tell by the angles if it was an accurate depiction of his manhood. I’m a very detail-oriented person, so I notice EVERYTHING, and I could tell he was a nail biter. Yuck.

Med Student begged me to come to his place a few times, but I was hesitant. Finally, we agreed to meet somewhere and hang out for a little bit before I gave in. He was renting a really nice house in an area I couldn’t have afforded on my own. He had a roommate that was sleeping when we arrived, which I was glad, because I hate those awkward situations when it’s only a hookup. His bedroom was a frigging mess with clothing strewn all over the place, bed unmade, poor lighting, bare walls. I had to remind myself of his age, because when I was his age, guys then lived in about the same circumstances.

We’d both been drinking, which took the edge off, but in no time we started kissing, and I was impressed. I absolutely LOVE kissing, and I find it a HUGE turn-on. His lips were nicely shaped, soft, and inviting, so it didn’t take long for us both to get hot and horny. He just about tore my dress off to get to me. I was surprised not only at how well-endowed he was but at his bedroom moves. I went down on him, sucking the head of his dick like a Tootsie Pop, teasing him just enough to make him want to enter me. I was soaking wet and ready to roll. He thrust himself inside of me, fitting perfectly, sliding in and out, my clit rubbing against his shaft just right. We flipped over, me sitting up and riding him, scooting back and forth for more clitoral stimulation. I could tell he was probably close to coming, as was I, so I stuck my tits in his face, brought my legs together and squeezed my pelvic muscles tighter. I always like to kiss while I’m fucking, because it makes me cum harder and faster, so I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth and locked lips. Within seconds, we both came at the same time. (I always think that’s hot!)

I spent the night, and in the morning we had a quickie before he had to drop me back to my car. It wasn’t the last time I’d be seeing Med Student. 😉