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I knew what that meant. We all knew what that meant. I figured three men is better than two for not knowing who the father is, so I said yes. Zeke took me home, spent the night, and we fucked three times, and twice the next morning. I had three more orgasms while he was fucking me.
Granted, Zeke can really fuck. God, can he fuck! But I think the reason I came while he fucked me is because my body obeys English common law: once precedent had been set by Brian, in that charged atmosphere with four men hungrily watching me get ravished, the resistance to orgasms during copulation had simply evaporated. I had high hopes for a good sex life, from now on.
My period arrived three weeks later. I had a heavy flow. I was most definitely not pregnant. Not a problem: there's more men in New York: lots of them! And there are 60 hookup bars listed in Time Out magazine. So far I had explored one.
I looked forward to another round of hunting for a father. So far I had really enjoyed the quest. Look out all you men out there wanting to hookup for some casual sex: Here I come! And hopefully too, here I cum.
- COMMENTS
KingCuddlealmost 4 years agoCome on down to Music City for a long weekend..
Or two weeks?
We can sequester together.
I only go out to the small neighborhood market...once a week...
...when it opens at 6:30 a.m..
Welllll...What is holding us back?
CadillacRoseover 6 years agoI enjoyed your protagonist's point of view and her almost detached telling of the encounter. It was a subtle read for the sex, but kept my interest very much. I was rooting for her and her plans to check off as many hookup bars as she can while searching for her baby-daddy.... :- )
