[F]rom sex store to bedroo[M] (Another regret)

I knew after our first conversation that we were going to hit it off. Every single conversation we had turned sexual right away and she was very open and honest about what she liked and what she wanted to try.

She had medium length blonde hair, light blue eyes, and her ass and C-cups provided a light hourglass shape to her figure.

So after hanging out a few times we eventually end up at a sex shop down on route 44. I had never been before and to this day I’m still surprised at how many people spend hours in and out of that shop.

We probably walked around the entire store three or four times, maybe more. We picked up all the DVDs and laughed at the titles, looked up and down the wall of vibrators and dildos, and spent some time checking out the different outfits and handcuffs.

This girl, we’ll call her S, finally picks out a butt plug.

So then we’re on the way home and pulling up to a really busy intersection. In fact, this specific part could’ve happened on a different day. Maybe we were just going for food, I’m not sure anymore. So anyway, we pull up to this busy intersection and we’ve been playing a certain car game that involves taking articles of clothing off.

[MF] Wish I could be with her one last time

We met on Tinder or Bumble or something like that. I remember everything about her – her apartment, her bedroom, the way our conversations felt.

She was about 5‘6” and on the thicker side, but she had the most amazingly beautiful face, a perfectly proportioned body, and an insanely dirty and open mind.

It didn’t take long for us to decide we wanted to hang out, maybe a couple of days. I drove to her house after work one night, probably around seven or 8 o’clock. I remember stopping at the CVS down the street to pick up a few things. I remember being super nervous.

When I finally got there, she met me outside and took me upstairs to her apartment. She was exactly as I thought she would be, beautiful eyes and a perfect smile.

I walked in the door and she had a small kitchen to the right, a dining room table to the left, and the living room with the sofa and TV right in front of me. We sat on the couch and she immediately turned on Parks & Rec and asked if I had seen it. I said no and so she turned it on, though I knew that this was just a formality, and activity to proceed what we were about to do that somehow made it seem less dirty.