Jan 3ish, 2011!
it was close to new years...
Started out like any great night out with one of my bffs...aka pretty tipsy and then this time getting WAY too high on MDMA. The M really set in around 2ish when we were leaving; we get outside and obviously start looking for someone to take us to an after-hours place (ps. in canada, bars/clubs close at 2 and thus an afterhours is a place that 'illegally' continues to serve alcohol, etc).
We noticed two guys one blonde and one brunette (always a sucker for a brunette) this boy was so tall and awkward standing and cute and had lotsa hair on his head and a beard and glasses ....the only thing that my high ass brain could come up with to say was "your face! yourrr faaaaaceeeee!" with my hands outstretched reaching towards his face.
Somehow between that and my bffs conversations we headed off to an afterhours - I was retarded high, because I don't remember getting to the afterhours, maybe like 5 minutes in the afterhours I remember, don't remember leaving, getting to his house, walking up the stairs to his room BUT once I hit bed I remember EVERYTHING! It was almost as if my brain knew it was time to kick in and I would want to remember this important parts ;).
and now for the really interesting parts...
Apparently when we eventually introduced ourselves at some point earlier in the night, I didn't believe that he was telling me his real name, he also told me at some point that he was musician and sang and had a band...again didn't believe that but I was like whatever i still wanna fuck him even though hes lying. As we getting into the bedroom positioning he puts on his bands cd to prove that hes not lying so I went along with it (mainly wanted to get to the sexing).
Annnnyways, he started putting his fingers in my mouth (ok, normal so far) but then he started putting them REALLY down my throat. I pulled them out and said "don't do that or I may puke" and he does it again...this time I said "do not do that because I will puke, like I don't think I can stop it at all" - did it again of course and DEF puked, not alot I managed to hold back (fucking burned my throat).
Later on while giving head he starts to get a little rough, don't get me wrong I like, ya know, some guidance (pushing down, guiding the head, etc) but the dear ol' gag reflex had already been tickled enough for one night. He was holding the head down way to long and to far in for me at this point - came up, warned again "you can't do that because I will puke and I can't stop it this time, it will also be all your fault and not mine, I have warned you"
lo and behold - did it again and puked all over his cock.
In his defense, he tells me he was pretty drunk that night.
However, he didn't seem to mind he cleaned himself up and the bed as best he could... still had sex and somehow fell asleep in the same bed.
In the morning I realized I left my phone with the bff and had to get my new friend to call my phone and make sure everything was fine
so exchanged numbers apologized for the puking even though it was all his fault and went on my merry way!
Although, that evening was my work holiday party...while getting ready I realized that I now needed a dress to cover my new found bruises that had graced both my tits - I still don't know how they got there (i found a dress that would do the trick and it was all good)
And that is the story of my first encounter/adventure with #29.
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