Recently, in fact, when talking to Uber drivers in Chicago, I asked what time's the most popular for them to pick up passengers. A few different ones said 3-5 a.m., “when someone leaves someone’s place with sex hair.” I know, I know, we shouldn’t generalize or make assumptions, but I thought it was interesting. “It didn’t look like they were just leaving a friend’s house, though,” one told me, smiling slyly. So, maybe instead of the walk of shame, it’s now the ride of shame, hiding in an Uber afterwards. ;)
“I was raised conservatively in the church and did not lose my virginity until age 28. Even then, I felt a little guilt that I wasn't married. My boyfriend back then had a military background and I considered our sex life to be ‘drill sergeant sex.’ He had so many rules, judgments, routines, and control surrounding our sex life that it just shut me down. So, as an African-American woman, I could not sweat too much during sex unless I had time to straighten my hair afterwards. Our sex life was boring. He said I was ‘frigid’ and would buy me books on different sexual positions. Meanwhile, I was burning inside with unexpressed sexual energy. So, when we broke up, I was relieved. This set the stage for my one-night stand.
I was having dinner at a restaurant while traveling on business. At the other table, there was a young, super-buffed, athletic, tall man. As he and his friend left, I eyed his body the whole time. He walked back in the restaurant and asked me if I wanted to hang with him that night. I said ‘yes’ and shocked myself. After talking for two hours, he took me to his place. He had no sex rules for me or judgment of me. I felt totally sexually-free and we did it all night. I was sore in the morning, but we did it again anyway. It was BY FAR the best and most freeing sexual experience of my life, including now. I'm 46 now. To date, I also have never even met or had sex with a man that hung. It felt incredible, along with his chiseled, muscular body. Being in different states, we talked about visiting each other over the course of a year, but never did. We had nothing in common, really.
I would TOTALLY and completely [recommend it], especially for women who need to get their groove back after a failed relationship. Also, sexually repressed women would benefit from sexing an adventurous young man who aims to please. Wear condoms, though."
“I was off to visit family in another state and figured it was the perfect time to make something happen. I am known for my conservative approach to life, so doing something like this (so close to home) was a big no-no. I began searching the Web and landed on the classiest site I could think of, Craigslist. I posted an ad and, within minutes, had myself about 20 responses. I landed on the perfect man, a colonel. He was six feet tall, blue eyes, nice body, and the smile of an angel. I guarded myself from every possible angle. I made him meet me in a public place, where my friend and closest confidant interrogated him. The redness on his neck was my telltale sign that he was just as nervous as I was. Somehow, the anxiety on his face gave me comfort. Back at my hotel, I had protection and everything I required to make this night with a stranger feel fulfilling.
He followed me to my hotel room, where I changed into some sexy lingerie, put on some candles and music, and we proceeded to go at it. I wish I could say that the sex was amazing, but the only word I can use to describe it, AWKWARD! He was self-conscious about his (clearing throat) size and, quite frankly, he should be. I had no idea that I'd just set myself up for a waste of three hours.
I was imagining a man that would throw me against the wall and have passionate monkey sex with me and while he did work like a monkey (I will give him that), I never quite made it to the finish line. I finally blurted, ‘Are you done yet?’ Needless to say, I was a total buzzkill! He asked me if I'd achieved orgasm and all I could bring myself to say was a sarcastic ‘sure.’ He awkwardly put on his clothes, we exchanged hugs, and he left. That's three hours of my life I will never get back."