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Get dressed, meet me at (said place), don't wear any underwear Woo....that was the first thought that came to mind after I got that text from the bf yesterday. Bearing in mind, he's never been known to be anything close to this...adventurous. So, I had just spent the first three-quarter of the day at the beach (which was overcast, and it even rained, so that was quite a downer. But, I got to catch up with a good friend of mine so that was nice) and was actually complaining to a friend of mine that this bf, so far, actually ticks most of the boxes. He's even got the "fairly large, above average dick" boxed checked. The only thing I really was complaining about was he's...not quite as exciting in bed  It's usually always missionary (which really, in itself, isn't bad). I get to go up once in awhile and we've only doggy'd twice. And we've been going out for about 2months plus now. Like, I can't keep taking the lead in suggesting that we spice things up right? (Then again, in retrospect, my friend suggested that maybe THAT factor was why I was attracted to him in the first place. A vast change in what has become, my "norm". But that's a little too much psychoanalysis for now. Moving on). We (the bf and  spoke at length about this a few times before and some things, he just wasn't into. Ok, fine.SO yeah, hence my surprise when he dropped me that text. Of course I was excited! And I had just got back from the beach and was lazing around at home nude anyway. What better timing! I got ready, threw on a denim mini skirt and a black sleeveless tank top. In my mind I was already prepping to allow for easy access with minimum need to completely remove my clothes  I guess also, in my head, I was already setting myself up for something big, running all sorts of scenarios, and thus, in hindsight, set myself up for a fall..? Anyways, I caught a cab out, met him at where he suggested to meet, and found out that he had made dinner reservations and we were still an hour out, which was fine cos we ended up walking around for a bit. All this time, he took every chance to steal a kiss here, run his hands across my breasts, squeeze my ass here and there, and admittedly, it was doing a pretty good job riling me up. We finally got to dinner and we had a table in the corner and I had him move his seat beside mine instead of across from me. The minute the waiter left, I parted my legs, grabbed his hand and placed it between them to show him how....excited I already was. I even told him how unlike him this was and how much I liked it  We still had to get through dinner so we tuned things down a bit and talked. Already in the mood, we started talking about turn ons, and such. Not sure how it got to the topic of partner swapping, swinging and the like, and he kinda made it known that he didn't, couldn't get how people could share partners, or have someone else in the same bed, at the same time. The manner of it all, kinda deflated the mood I was in cos it meant that I still couldn't tell him the truth. Which, was and is, disappointing. I guess I was trying quite...enthusiastically for the argument for it, and how it can be fun, and he was doing the exact opposite. It had gotten a little heated and it ended up in a mini argument. Well, when I say mini...I actually meant "to the point of not finishing dinner and leaving the restaurant silently, without talking" mini That, naturally kinda dampened the mood severely, but I WAS still...um...well, fucking horny. So I asked if we were heading anywhere, half expecting him to suggest either back to his or my place. We caught a cab back to his place, and in the cab, started smoothing things out again, like a couple of teenagers. At one point I even undid his pants for more room to stick my hand down to reach for his dick (wooooo!) And THEN we got to his place, the roller coaster ride of my evening took a dive. We got up to his place, and found that his housemate had a few friends over and they were watching football. No biggie, right? We made small talk, and went straight into the room. Didn't take much to tear my clothes off considering I wasn't wearing much, and we tore his off pretty quickly, and midway through, he started getting paranoid that I was being too loud. So I reacted in a way that befitted the moment. I went, "so fucking what?! Just fuck me dammit!" Which worked the first few times. But then he kept stopping to try and tone it down, and after awhile, that kinda killed the mood for me. :SI did cum once, and it WAS enjoyable, but it the whole thing kinda left a sour taste in my mouth (no puns here, pls..) He insisted on sending me back, but I insisted I'd be fine in a cab on my own. The minute I got into a cab, I made a booty call. I texted Mr Married, asking if he'd wanna meet. He couldn't, so I moved onto an ex bf of mine, who flew down so fast he was already waiting when my cab pulled up. I told him, in a nutshell, what had happened, how my night went, and how I still had some really erotic energy to get out of my system. Thankfully, he was able to physically take care of that. After, I also found out that he had just had an argument of his own with his gf and she, rather creepily, stayed not too far from where I was How the stars have aligned. SO yeah, that was how my weekend turned kinda sour-ish. Now, I start the week feeling guilty as hell to boot. Shit. 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