This happened a few years back. I was 21, young, and ready to get into the bar scene near my college. It was around this time I found myself ready to join the swingers and get lucky. But there was a problem. I had no game. I thought I couldn’t hit on a girl if I tried.
But that night, I decided not to try. I decided to just grab drinks with my friends, and have a blast. Now, to understand what a bar night was like for me, it’s important to understand who my friends are. One friend of mine had trouble with his liquor. And by trouble, I mean he’d usually cry, be crazy happy and annoy people, or just go rogue because it made sense to him. Another friend would simply sit outside while we drank and smoke. That’s it. And another friend would bring his girlfriend along and always argue with her. And by argue, I mean screaming matches.
Understand what I mean? I’d have to venture outside the usual groups. So I’d be lucky, get into a conversation or two, and dance. It was a ton of fun. But tonight, I just decided to go to the bar and just look around. This was a college bar. It was cheap, there were fights, and the owners overpriced everything.
That’s when I saw her. Something to understand, this girl was about 5’10, D cups, red fiery hair, and was super thick. But it wasn’t her luscious lips, her big breasts, or her gorgeous ass that sold me. It was her green eyes. These weren’t your average eyes. These were eyes of experience. Eyes that told you exactly what you wanted to know. As soon as she stared into your eyes, you knew, you were her next target.
Naturally, a dialog started. And by god, I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl that was so into me right out of the gate. After a drink or two she started rubbing my cock through my pants. She liked what she felt. Six inches with a huge thickness can usually can do that for a lot of girls. She bit her lip, and whispered into my ear, “Let’s get going.”
So, after paying the bill, rushing to a taxi, and going to my place, we made our way to the elevator. It wasn’t many floors up, but my god the anticipation was killing me. Understand, I’m usually pretty shy. But with this girl, this tiger, this animal, it was a battle of supremacy. She pushed me into the wall of the elevator and started kissing me. Of course, her tongue tasted of ash and liquor. She told me she only smoked when she was drunk. You can make your own assumptions about that.
But I wanted to show her that I could match her. So I grabbed her shoulders, swung her around, and pinned her to the wall. At that point I massaged her breast and kissed her neck. She giggled and said, “Okay.”
The elevator door open. I led her to my apartment, and that was where the real fun began.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3tsnbx/the_eyes_of_desiremf