This ones from a few years ago. I was hanging out at the The Ranstead Room. It’s a cool, dark speakeasy bar in center city. I think her name was Amanda but I could be totally wrong about that. I can’t remember when we met or how we started making out but like magic, we were. She was slender and had nice curly dark hair and she was unapologetically wearing a fur coat.
We made it back to my apartment and we proceeded to do all the filthy things that you would want to live out in a one night stand. Oh, the majesty of the chance encounter where you can embody a porn star, go by a different name, work in a field different from your own, lie about every aspect of your life and feel damn good about yourself.
You are willing to go beyond your typical repertoire because there is simply no judgment. I tossed her around into all the different positions that I could imagine and we just genuinely enjoyed our awesome fuck session.
When it was over, I made the mistake of trying to go again but a lot of whisky had been drank that night and I was trying to write checks my body couldn’t cash. Needless to say, the spark was gone. About halfway through my attempt at a round two, she suggested that we take a break and go outside and have a cigarette.
My god I was thankful. I quickly threw on a pair of pants and a jacket and by the time I got to the door, she was just wearing her fur coat. She didn’t have her skirt or underwear, just her fur coat and everything else was naked, it was kind of sexy. Anyway, we get out to my balcony and she starts telling me that she forgot her cigarettes. I offer her one of mine and she was like “No way, those aren’t menthol” and I was like “Cool, I’ll go find yours”. I go back into the house for a few minutes looking for her pack but can’t find them or her purse.
I then go back out to ask her where she could have left them when I see it. She climbed down my fire escape to the ground level and was running across the street completely naked (except for her coat), without shoes or anything in the middle of winter. She hails a taxi and gets the fuck out of there. I never saw her again after that. She left her clothes and shoes in my apartment. She had her purse the whole time. As I was watching her naked ass run down the sidewalk I remember wondering if it was because I was that bad of a lay.
But then it dawned on me….I didn’t give a shit.
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