We went from one odd venue to another, there was something about last nights vibe everywhere we went. People just generally seemed stagnant and 'too cool for school'. Just as we were ready to call it a night I started talking to a handsome stranger. I brought one of his friends over for Lix and the foursome ensued.
The handsome stranger revealed himself as a successful owner of this and that, and the rapport was a little stifled. Once he sensed I wasn't interested in his materialistic banter we moved onto more important things.
I decided to push this guy as far as I could. Subtly being suggestive and seeing how he would interpret my behaviour, then watch him react. Before long he was hard. He was so keen to fuck that I could almost see his fuck face, and I hadn't even touched him yet.
He was so damned arrogant and conceited in his charm. All the while I kept wondering what his cock would be like. I was shocked to notice the size of his hands. I held mine up against his and licked my lips in anticipation, of course not relating them to the size of his cock however thinking of the coverage my ass would get if he were to spank me!
Later his hands commanded my attention with an intensity that superseded any other.
It felt perfectly angry as though it was a cure-all for loneliness, without the expectation of future contact. Sometimes it feels empty being sexually intimate with strangers, but last night I found someone whose sexual desire, understanding and expectations met mine equally. The need to fulfill a primal sexual drive rather than a wistful hope for romance and soul mates amongst strangers.