So you're on the prowl wondering whether he left already or not
Damn! I spent too much time doing my hair and now I’m late. I hope he’s going to like my new style, after all I did it for him.
Leather jacket, collar popped like Cantona
Never knowing when to stop
That’s it, I’m going to go inside. I’m so nervous, why am I so nervous?
Sunglasses indoors, par for the course
I know that I probably look like an idiot because it’s night and I’m in a fucking bar but I saw the guys he hangs out with and, if making a fool of myself will make him notice me, I’m going to fucking do it!
Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls
Cages and poles
Okay, so this so called bar is more promiscuous than I imagined. But that’s fine, it’s not like I have to spend the rest of my life here.
Call off the search for your soul, or put it on hold again
I’ve been here for ten minutes and there’s no sight of him. What the Hell am I doing? This is so not me! Look what a stupid crush has done to me! I give up, I shouldn’t even gone out this- oh, there he is.
He's having a sly indoor smoke
He’s so gorgeous, but he’s not alone. Fuck, how do I even approach him?
And he calls the folks who run this his oldest friends
Sipping a drink and laughing at imaginary jokes
He’s so handsome when he laughs, I could watch him forever. But wait, he’s turning towards me. What do I do?
As all the signals are sent, his eyes invite you to approach
His fit of laughter has stopped abruptly and now our eyes are locked. He smirks at me, slightly motioning to me to come closer; but I’m paralyzed, too caught up in his eyes.
And it seems as though those lumps in your throat
That you just swallowed have got you going
I don’t know how but my legs carry me to him, my mind too busy daydreaming.
"Hey." He says with that sexy voice of his.
"Hey." I reply, trying to not stutter. Too bad I’m an awkward fuck and don’t say anything after that, so he keeps talking to his friends.
He's a certified mind blower, knowing full well that I don't
I try to participate in the conversation but I just nod when I feel the need to.
May suggest there's somewhere from which you might know him
Just to get the ball to roll
I don’t know if he remembers me, so I could just use one of those pick up lines I always found stupid? He suddenly turns to me and says:
"Do you want a drink?" To which I reply "Yeah, sure."
And that’s the beginning of the conversation that neither of us will end.
Drunken monologues, confused because
It's not like I'm falling in love I just want you to do me no good
You look like you could
After a couple of hours of flirting I muster the courage, thanks to the alcohol, to invite him to continue the night at my house; he just takes my hand and leads me outside.
The exact moment I close the door is the moment his lips are on mine. Never I thought I could be in this situation. I’ve spent so much time admiring him from afar, crushing on him, that the chances of me talking to him were almost nonexsistent. And there I was, with the man of my dreams unbuttoning my jeans and palming me through my boxers.
He falls on his knees and takes me in his mouth and, God, this is better than any daydream I’ve ever had.
"Stop! My God, I’m gonna...” I try to say, but it comes out as a shaky breath. He understands nonetheless and frees my manhood from the Heaven that is his mouth.
He finds his way tot he couch, throwing his shirt away in the process; he lets his skinny jeans fall at his feet, swaying his hips, and lays down palming himself.
"Fuck me!“ He moans and I don’t think I’ve even been so fast in my life.
My lips are attached to his again, our tongues dancing, while my hips gind into his and he moans.
"Take my jeans, there’s lube in the back pocket." He whispers huskily and I do as I’m told, coating up my fingers before returning on the couch.
The first one is easy, I can tell it’s not his first time – but that’s not the time tot hink about his previous partners.
With the second one he scrunches up his face a bit, but is a matter of seconds and he’s moaning again.
I put the third in a little bit roughly, lust clouding my caring thoughts, but he didn’t seem to not like it.
"Just get in me already!“ He screams and I accomplish his wish, coating my too hard member and slowly pushing in.
When I said that his mouth was Heaven I was oh so wrong. This is Heaven.
After a moment to get used to it he grinds on me, making me moan, and I begin thrusting into him. It’s the best feeling in the world, and I can tell he’s enjoying it too form the way he moans. I kiss him, passionately and sloppily because, hey, in my situation is hard to kiss someone properly. I keep pounding into him while he’s screaming to go faster and harder and, God, I have to restrain myself from coming because I want to hear more. Even in my fantasies this wasn’t so good, so perfect, and when he screams „Touch me!“ my hand is immediately around his member, pumping fast, and soon after he’s climaxing, and I am too, looking him in the eyes. I collapse after that, with my head on his chest, while he runs his fingers in my hair.
The morning after I wake up on the couch, alone. I knew it was only a one night stand, he doesn’t do relationships. But I let my mind wander to last night events anyway.
The look of love - the rush of blood
The "He's with me" - the Gallic shrug
The shutterbugs - the Camera Plus
The black and white - the colour dodge
The good time girls - the cubicles
The house of fun - the number one party anthem

Notes

So yeah, hey :) this is my first time writing butt seks, I hope you like it :)