I do not care who you are. You can be the hottest porn start or be in the best relationship of your life, but we all have those moments during sex when the worst can happen. Mine was with the first guy I ever liked really wanted to fuck. He took me out to this fancy place, super fancy place! I had no idea which fork to use. My linen napkin kept falling off my lap. I was so nervous that I got down on all 4’s under the table and bumped my head when the waiter picked up the tale cloth. He laughed and gave me a clean napkin and brought out a tiny glass of soda. It was like a shot glass! I drank it in one gulp, which was way to fast and I burped very loud! Strike one. My date has been so sweet. He giggled at me and told me it happens. Now the next part is crazy. Everything on the menu was in french, so my date ordered for me. He got some kind of soup and then lobster and steak for our main meal and then some fancy chocolate thing where he poured hot chocolate on the top and it melted to show ice-cream and fruit. Everything was so good!
But I failed again. I dropped some soup down my shirt and didn’t notice until it made my stomach churn. I went to the restroom to see that not only did I drop soup down my shirt but it left a stain. While I was blowing up the bathroom I was in a panic. I didn’t want him to think i skipped out so I tried my best to hurry. I think that soup made me lose a few pounds. I go back to the mirror to see sweat beading down my face and chest and beautiful big pit stains and under-boob sweat that my silky shirt was more than willing to show. Strike 2 and 3. I should be out… I did my best to freshen up and walk back to the table and put on my sweater. Our plates had been there for a while. I told him I was sorry I took so long I had a phone call. Then I saw my phone sitting on the edge of the table. Strike 4. We ate our food and thank god for the music, my stomach was making horrible noises. We finally left and I was all to happy. We went right to the valet and waited for the car. That is when he bent down and told me to lift my foot. That’s right. Toilet paper was stuck to my shoe. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get worse we got in the car.
After a quiet ride back to my place I asked him if he would like to come up. After that just went flying out of my mouth I was screaming in my head. When got into my apartment I thought I was going to explode. I told him to get comfy and Id be back soon. I practically ran to the bathroom. I spilled my guts from both ends. Hot lava was coming out of me. I felt horrible. But I changed my clothes and put my face back on and went to the living room. We started kissing, and touching and one thing lead to the other as I forgot about my stomach problem. I took him back to my room where I rode him and I rode him hard. I was just about to cum when I felt something else release. I felt horrible but he must not have noticed, or smelled it. I knew the moment he did realize it. He stopped moving. and I got up and ran to my bathroom. I was crying and got into the shower. Finally when I got out of the bathroom I was relieved to see he was gone. He did however leave a note. “Gwen I did not know what else to do so I cleaned myself with your sheets. Here some to get new sheets. Ill call you.” He left the mess on the bed with 100 on top of it. He never called. I never saw him again. But that is one story I will never forget.
I had a new type of fun last night. A new boyfriend who wanted something different. He wanted me to control him. To treat him like a pet. Tell him to sit! Good boy! And paddle him when he didn’t listen! I have to admit it was so much fun! I enjoyed making him my boy toy! And he enjoyed being owned. I think I am going to have to change things up a bit. I mean…it is nice being arm candy, BUT it is better being in charge. I think it is time to see what kind of trouble I can get into! I have always been the perfect girlfriend. Always knew EXACTLY what a man needed and that means understanding a man. There really isn’t much difference between understanding and controlling! Except I don’t have to pretend to like something. So I am going on a little adventure. I am going to learn all there is to learn about being in control, and it is going to be fun!
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