I’m feeling a little inspired by Alix’s fiction. Only this isn’t fiction. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time now and wondering if I should’ve taken things a step further. For the purposes of this blog we’ll call her Famous. I met her online a Long time ago (6 years give or take). She was in the military. She was Arabian and black, spoke 7 languages and worked for Criminal Intelligence. She was Grade A prime cut material. She didn’t really identify as a Stud or a Femme. She was just “Famous”. The opportunity presented itself to physically meet back in 2006. I was in Atlanta on business and she was back in the states visiting family. She came by my hotel one night. Dressed in all white, she had this distinctive style to her. Not like anything I’d ever seen or been accustomed to. So we’re sitting on the bed making small talk. For some reason I get up and I’m looking in the mirror in front of the bed and she decides to start caressing my legs. When her fingers found my inner thighs my knees gave out and I collapsed into her lap, by now she’s planting kisses on my neck by my jugular and my back is arched as I’m moaning in her ear . Pulling her earlobe in with my lips…. It felt like this crazy ass dream. We ended up on the bed at some point. She started undoing my shorts whispering in my ear “let me make you come”. But for some crazy ass reason I stopped her. I fucking stopped her and we just laid there like that until I fell asleep. Ultimately I stopped it. I don’t exactly know why. I think maybe It was my controlling nature interfering. I was thinking too much about it and worrying about the outcome. My best friend says I’m crazy. She might be right. But I still think about that night. I’ve never had anyone make me feel like that. We lost touch until last year when she sends me a message saying “I still think about that night”. So now I’m asking myself “what if?”
Do you believe in one night stands? Would you have classified that as a one night stand?