By circumstances I ended up at the bar, High on social interaction and mainly driven by boredom. I invited myself over to some refreshments and social interaction. I could tell how awkward the situation turned and how powerless I became. Maybe I wanted to rewrite our last interaction with a new story where I was in charge — but nope, she was in charge the whole time.
She made me do things I vowed never to do with another woman abroad. She took advantage of my erection sickness but It felt natural.
The rational part of me kept saying NO, But my body made me felt that everything was alright. I just couldn't get away from that feeling.
In all honesty sped thru the sex to see if any semblance of an underlying story Ughh.waste of time....can't complain too much as I knew it was erotica...desperate times I suppose seeking the angst and confrontation!