In my very early twenties, I loved going to clubs, it was a place I just let my hair down and let the music consume me. I would often head to the clubs in my town alone, it wasn’t anything weird I just enjoyed the music and I enjoyed dancing.

I won’t lie, I did hook up with guys sometimes. They would approach me at the right time and we would fu*k in the toilets or sometimes head back to either of our apartments. I enjoyed it, they enjoyed it, I came and they came so both of us always got something from the deal.

However, one night in one of my favorite clubs I was approached by one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. He was way over 6’5 tall, he had an athletic build, he had amazing dark skin and he was charming. I was wearing my favorite tight red faux leather dress, black heels and for the first time in a while, I wasn’t alone, I was with my friend sitting at the bar when he came up to me.

He put his large hand on my the small of my back and engaged me in small talk, my friend was otherwise engaged with another man at the bar so he pulled up a stool and we kept the conversation light and friendly.

He had the most magnificent stare, his eyes undressed me as they looked over my body. I was hugely turned on, I had never been with anyone like him before and I was so intrigued. He bought my drinks and we even danced a little before sitting down again and talking. My friend had gone home with the man she met, that was inevitable and now it was just me and this man.

He asked if I wanted to come back to his, he said everyone had drunk too much and everyone around us was getting so loud. I agreed and we hoped in a cab and headed back to his place. I wasn’t nervous and I know this can be dangerous but he was such a sweet and charming guy.

His apartment was huge, much better than mine. There was no clutter, no mess and it had an almost sterile vibe about it but in a good way.

We sat down on the couch together, my faux red leather dress showing every single curve on my body. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, no bra and I wondered if he had noticed.
In my very early twenties, I loved going to clubs, it was a place I just let my hair down and let the music consume me. I would often head to the clubs in my town alone, it wasn’t anything weird I just enjoyed the music and I enjoyed dancing.

I won’t lie, I did hook up with guys sometimes. They would approach me at the right time and we would fu*k in the toilets or sometimes head back to either of our apartments. I enjoyed it, they enjoyed it, I came and they came so both of us always got something from the deal.

However, one night in one of my favorite clubs I was approached by one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. He was way over 6’5 tall, he had an athletic build, he had amazing dark skin and he was charming. I was wearing my favorite tight red faux leather dress, black heels and for the first time in a while, I wasn’t alone, I was with my friend sitting at the bar when he came up to me.

He put his large hand on my the small of my back and engaged me in small talk, my friend was otherwise engaged with another man at the bar so he pulled up a stool and we kept the conversation light and friendly.

He had the most magnificent stare, his eyes undressed me as they looked over my body. I was hugely turned on, I had never been with anyone like him before and I was so intrigued. He bought my drinks and we even danced a little before sitting down again and talking. My friend had gone home with the man she met, that was inevitable and now it was just me and this man.

He asked if I wanted to come back to his, he said everyone had drunk too much and everyone around us was getting so loud. I agreed and we hoped in a cab and headed back to his place. I wasn’t nervous and I know this can be dangerous but he was such a sweet and charming guy.

His apartment was huge, much better than mine. There was no clutter, no mess and it had an almost sterile vibe about it but in a good way.

We sat down on the couch together, my faux red leather dress showing every single curve on my body. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, no bra and I wondered if he had noticed.