He was at the bar when I came in late. I couldn’t sleep – kept tossing and turning in my bed. I live in downtown Cincinnati. Madonna’s is only a few blocks down from me. Maybe a few gin & tonics would help me sleep. That was my thinking.
Maybe he noticed I wasn’t wearing underwear. What for? It was just a quick drink.
He walked up to me.
He was black. All muscle. He had to be at least 7 feet tall. When his hand started rubbing my back, I felt a chill. I felt turned on.
I asked him if he was the real deal. He kissed me on the lips lightly. I had yet to hear him speak.
I paid the bar tab. I took his hand and we talked the two blocks back to my apartment.
In my bedroom, we both stripped. In my bed, I laid on my back. In the darkness I looked at his penis. Large. Firm. Large.
Between my legs, he pounded me – pounded me like I had never been before. I had an orgasm. I was satisfied, but he wasn’t done. I had another orgasm – then another – and then he was ready to have his own release.
He kissed me lightly on the lips. We were both exhausted and sweaty. We fell asleep.
He never spoke a word.
When I woke up the next morning, he was gone.
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