Like most nights you watch me, the man I’m about to fuck is new. I’ve never met him before, but that’s why I like it. We’re two strangers who know we can give what the other needs; he needs a warm cunt to cum into and I need a cock to bruise my insides.
As I pull on his hand to guide him to the bar exit, we don’t talk. We don’t need words right now, we both know what’s about to happen. His hand is warm around mine and I like the roughness of his callouses against my smooth palms. They’re big, but purposeful, almost graceful in their size; they’ll know exactly where to go. His fingers are thick and long, with a heavy, engraved silver ring on the middle digit. I wonder how it would feel inside me, how the brief coolness of the metal would feel along the warm walls of my pussy.