So after I came down from my previous masturbation session, I (barely) managed to get some work done and decided to head off with a couple of friends to the Ginger Man. We had some fun, goofed around like a bunch of nutsies for a while, and got fairly smashed. I started to feel pretty drunk and horny as hell around 2AM.
2AM is my time. I'm usually ready to go anywhere at that time, and let's be honest: I'm an uncontrollable drunk. If people tell you that alcohol is your friend when you try to bed someone, well believe them. It is pure truth. I am definitely easier to flirt with when I'm tipsy, so don't get a sex-addict started when she's drunk... I'd pretty much go under the table with anyone I might like.
But these friends of mine, though I had sexual encounters with both of them on occasions, are off-limits now. One is a repentant fuck-buddy no committed to her boyfriend - this is saaaadddd - while the other one... Well let's just say that every time we give it a go we end up being sort of a couple and, well, I don't do well apparently. We always end up breaking up (and things around us as well). And as we cannot resist having sex and then becoming more serious, we sort of decided to not go down that path anymore. Okay, it's a bit like trying to quit smoking: we made that deal a few dozen times, but let's try not to break it for the fuck of it, shall we?
So then hitched a ride with another guy (I think he said his name was Jamie) and we landed at the King Cole Bar Lounge. It's always quite an awesome place, for a good end of night. Great place to pick up chicks, believe me. You know: any chick in that port of NY will pretend to be into Jazz and know all about it, and will get easily bait by a few glasses of (fairly pricey) scotch. Posh dumbasses. Mind you, I like Jazz (see?), but there's so much hypocrisy in this culture (or better said, the culture of those who pretend to grasp it and love it) that I actually enjoy preying on them. I hate pretentious posh girls. On the other hand I hate the guys in those clubs, because, well, they're like me. They're here to show off and hunt. And there's the girly part of me thinking that's just wrong. Yet I do the same. Yes, I'm an hypocrite. Well, I'm just a girl after all.
So there Jamie was starting to a bit too drunk to be of any use any way so I think we ditched him in a corner of the lounge and he started to hit it off with some tall blonde bimbo. Or actually he tried to hit on her and she got pissed off, but let's just say I lost interest at the time and was focusing on other things. One other thing, actually.
A stunning little colombian-looking hottie with a bad-ass tattoo on her left inner-thigh showing from under a skirt, which managed to at the time look incredibly sexy and yet quite classy. Some girls have THE style you know. They know what to wear. That girl I had actually already seen there, but I was hitting on someone else. We exchanged a few words though, in the restrooms. I was with a guy at the time, but I took the opportunity to let her know that I'd be open for anything, if she was. She didn't seem shy, but didn't seem too interested (bitch! ;)) and went out and left me in there horny (somehow, she made a guy lucky that night, and not - only - the one who took her home). So this time I need to approach her and make it VERY clear that I wasn't going anywhere and with anyone, and was hoping she wouldn't remember the guy. She didn't or didn't show it.
She was still a bit bitchy and distant though. I always get that vibe from Colombians. They know they're recognized as being always smoking hot (which is not necessarily true, of course), and they always act superior, especially in NY and LA, for some reason. When I meet them overseas, they're always more humble. Different contexts, different origins I guess. But she was talkative, and her eyes were already a bit shinny. We exchanged jokes, laughed about previous parts from the evening, had fun teasing a group of guys from the other side of the room, and then tortured the lounge's staff a little. It was kind of fun. I sent a message to my friends to let them know my target was acquired, offered her to leave for another, more cosy place, and she gave me a green light. I casually waved at my friends as we left and as soon as we had passed the door and were heading for the corner of the block to get a cab, I pressed her against the whole and kissed her. Firmly, but not agressively, just not giving her a chance of escaping. She had a small reaction, then relaxed.
I then slowly started to move my hand up her leg while softly kissing her neck. When I heard a gasp, I stopped, stepped back, and smiled at her, giving her a bit of her attitude back. Hailed a cab, and headed home. She was obviously nervous but confident that that was going to happen. She mentioned a few thing about her having done that before but not being her usual thing, and I shut her up by kissing her again and touching her. Her thong wasn't much of anything anymore when we reached my address and she was hurrying me towards my own door.
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