I went to this wedding for one of my bestfriends. Weddings seem to be my strange weakness. Just the dressed-up, fancy-schmancy occasion. In addition, there are attractive men my age and alcohol. For me, it’s just a reason to play and fuck. I didn’t bring a date, but I did bring some sexy lingerie to the wedding. I was aware that I would probably end up fucking a guy that night.
So the marriage itself was wonderful. Lots of drinking, partying, and wedding-related activities. I ultimately became friends with Chris. We were basically lusting after each other the entire night because we were so darn cute. Yes, I will fuck him that evening. I therefore suggested that we head upstairs to his hotel room as the wedding was coming to a close. Chris firmly supported it. I just needed to go to my room to get my underwear and make arrangements with my roommate. Chris gave me his room number, so I can just meet him there afterward. No problem.
I informed my roommate of my plans and then proceeded to Room 808. Chris was probably holding the door open for me as it was already open. I was DYING to fuck. So I simply entered, set down my bag, and began taking my dress off. expressing, “I’ve been dying to fuck you all night,” or something similar. equivalent to that At that point, I realized this man was not Chris. a different guest from the wedding. He somewhat reminded me of Chris, but he wasn’t. My dress was now partially off of me. I suppose that while I was inebriated, I mistook Chris’ room number? I’m not sure. It was clear that this man was shocked.
that this blonde just entered, partially undressed, and prepared to fuck. However, I suppose he made his shot and was ready to fuck?