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One night/day stands?


Ja  Rhule

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I got this one night stand from Walmart this one time...

I brought it home and put it together relatively easy, considering it was a heavy POS once it was completed...

My wife liked it so much, we went and bought one for the other side of the bed...

Yeah, I put that one together too...

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Going back to my "true" one night stand that I have had....

At a bar with my buds, not really my kinda place, as there was really loud music and lots of dancing, but whatever. Overheard a smoke hot girl close by that she couldn't find any guys that would dance with her.

Well, I had just enough beer and vodka in me to tell her that I would love to dance with her, if I would do... I am not normally a dancer, but pour enough alcohol down my throat and that goes out the window. We dance for what to me seemed like hours, and was probably 45 minutes, but she was having a good time, and for the most part so was I.

Fast Forward....

From conversations after stopping dancing, I figure out that she is pretty smart, and level headed, so instead of the lets go back to my place and party, I did the let's go back to my place I have a great bottle of wine there if you like good wines?

She asked what kind, and I responded with Veuve Clicquot...she knew what it was, and jumped all over it. Get home, drink the bottle, I try my luck, get shot down a couple of times, no big deal. She is plenty hot enough to just be happy to be there, and a funny and smart girl on top of that.

Fast Forward....

She asks if she can stay the night on the couch, I say yes, and I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Come out and she is in my bedroom with no top on asking what I thought of her tits......they were the best I had ever seen. I said they were nice, but I would need to touch/rub them to know for sure...after doing that for a few moments, I asked if she was serious about sleeping on the couch, when I had a King sized bed???? And then things got rolling.

Some of the best sex I have ever had by far. I was hitting it from behind when I noticed she had a 4 leaf clover tattooed on her ass....saying nothing to disturb the bliss, I asked after we were done and going to sleep....she said that all it meant was that I was getting lucky. I still love her.

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I have the best one night stand story.

It begins with me bartending at an Applebee's near you back in the late 90's. I have a pretty, young lady sit down at my bar around 4:45 (not long after I started my shift), and stayed there until I got off work at 10:00 (when the closing bartender took the reigns alone). During that time, she drank a bit- enough to catch a buzz, but not so drunk that she couldn't follow me home. I was telling her about my new puppy, dimbee, that I had just gotten a week before and showed her a picture. She just had to meet him. OK. So, I take her back to my apartment and introduce her to my pup. We all hang out, playing with the pup, drinking beers and smoking weed. We move to my bedroom, I handle what needs handling and she takes a shower. During that 10 minutes that she's in the shower, I plan my exit strategy. When I hear the shower cut off, I immediately set off my beeper alarm (in ring test mode), exclaim loudly, "What the fug?" *pretend to make a phone call* "Hey, man. I just got the text. What's up?" I say into my wireless home phone that is not picked. Feign hearing of my best friend being in jail. Gal walks out and asks what's up. I explain how my best friend got arrested and I have to go downtown to bail him out. I pick up my wallet, look in, grimace and say, "Hey, can I borrow $60? I'm spending all of my tips to get him out, but I'm $60 short." She gives me the cash. I give her a phone number (that is not mine) and she leaves wishing me luck with my best friend. I wait a few minutes and drive over to my drugdealers house and buy 3 ecstacy pills for $60 and head to Latino House for a party.

Remarkably, she never came back to the Applebee's (while I was working at least) and never came back by my apartment (I can't attest to her remembering how to get back once sober).

Beat that.

LOL, wow. If this is true, that's some first class asshole right there.

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