it was mediocre at best, but it was the afterwards that was shocking. after we did the deed, he got off the bed and started doing a dance with his junk sort of swaying in the non-existent wind.
An anonymous contribution from “Kelly”
i deal a lot with volunteers at my job. it’s a good thing for the organization that i worked for. however, some volunteers get frisky. one day, i had a volunteer really eager to come in and do work, which is great because usually i have to drag people in by their hair and duct tape them to a chair. so we’re talking, and i said, “oh i’m new here, and i don’t know any bars to go to, do you have any recommendations?” and he starts listing off bars and then tells me that anytime that i want to go out drinking to call him. so i had gotten done with work, and he was still around and i was like, “hey, let’s go for a drink.” so after multiple drinks, dinner, somehow we ended up at his place. the entire night, he’s talking about how i’m his type of girl and how he really wants to see how crazy i am… yadda. i’m really drunk at this point and at his place, i threw down the gauntlet, i mean, after all he wanted to see how crazy i am. i grabbed him and started kissing him. the mixture of vodka, parliament lights, and mexican food on his breath should have prevented me from going any further. seriously, i blame the alcohol. so we end up in his bedroom and i’m starting to realize what i got myself into. i’m going with the flow and before i knew it we were having sex. i mean, it was mediocre at best, but it was the afterwards that was shocking. after we did the deed, he got off the bed and started doing a dance with his junk sort of swaying in the non-existent wind. i proceeded to get dressed and leave. i was disgusted by the dance. i mean, who does that? thankfully, he kept volunteering and making googly eyes at me while in my office. i went back a couple more times after that because i was horny, bored, lonely, and/or drunk. after the second time of him not being able to get it up, i decided it was for the best that i stop visiting him. my boss then hired him to be one of my workers. talk about awkward, especially after i started dating someone who would come in for “closed door meetings”. my bad.