“So, how was your date?”  We had just nestled down into our flannel sheets with a glass of wine.

“It was fucking amazing, I can’t even tell you.  How ‘bout you?”

“Oh, Christ it was perfect. What did you guys do?”

“We were just all over each other.  He practically got me off in the cab ride back to his place, and I was naked by the time we got into his apartment. It was like we needed to fuck more than anything.”

“That sounds hot.  My girl was teasing me so bad over drinks that we just skipped dinner and headed straight for the bedroom. I didn’t even have to ask.”

“This guys cock was insane.  It must have been like ten inches, and I swear I started coming before he was all the way in.  I was nearly crying by the time he started fucking me for real, and I don’t even know how many times I came.  It was like ten or fifteen times though.”

“Mine was such a kinky little slut I almost didn’t know what to do.  She started calling me daddy and begged me to spank her for being such a tease.  She didn’t even take off her skirt when I bent her over my knee and she gagged on my cock for like half an hour.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk right for a month.  I mean, he fucked me with that monster for two hours and then made me kneel on the floor so he could come in my mouth.  I never do that, but I fucking swallowed everything.”

“I was doing her doggy style and she started begging for it up the ass.  Like really begging.  When I finally got inside her she was coming already; her ass was even tighter than her pussy and that’s saying a lot.  She kept begging and screaming, and I came so fucking hard I almost passed out.

We sat there for a while and took sips of our wine.  We looked at our feet poking up through the covers and watched as the cat jumped up on the bed. The candle smelled of vanilla and Christmas.

“So, just dinner” I asked her.

“Yeah, he was a tool.  He spent the whole evening complaining about Occupy Wall Street and how they were just a bunch of dirty hippies.  You?”

“Yeah, she tried to convince me to vote for Ron Paul at the bar, and I had to get out of there before I accidentally spilled my drink on her.”

“So, it goes,” she said, raising her drink in a toast.

“Yup,” We clinked our glasses together and polished them off.

“So, you wanna fuck a bit?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Guy New York