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I KNOW (10) -- the $ --

Whether I’m writing about going to a club, engaging and attracting attention or the joy that comes with not giving two asses about the other races, I often address my sex life directly. Sometimes, I even dispense unsolicited advice based on personal experiences on matters such as duration and standards of the intercourse.  

I love going to clubs. The amount of potential is really satisfying when you take a step in and glance around. All you have to do is to take a walk beside the bar and look around, 9 out of ten times, some guy will walk up to you, or rather.. me. 

Yesterday, i saw this impressively well-built guy with really thick dark eyebrows walked into the club i was at. I was more physically attracted to him than I’d been to anyone in a long time, and after months of 6/10 hook ups, I was downright thirsty for sex. Looking around the club, I could tell I wasn’t the only interested party. I had to make a move!

Once my target got his drink, I grabbed him by the arm, whispered and ushered him outside. We chatted for two minutes in the not so lit area, during which time I learned two things about him: He was a British-Indian gym freak, which explained the toned body, and he was 2 years older than I was. 

That was enough for me to yank his belt off and pull his pants down. 

We went back in and talked about more with the booming music and inquisitive people. I couldn’t wait for the night to end. 

We left 2 hours later, i could tell that he was interested in me to. We went back to his place and I gave him a blowjob with more gusto than I’d ever devoted to oral sex. That moment demanded impromptu action, and it was worth it.