I have a confession to make: I’ve had sex with two women in the same day. I know how bad that sounds, but it wasn’t my fault.
See, what had happened was…
This was back in my youthful days and I had made plans to hang out with two lovely ladies on consecutive days. Bachelorette No. 1 we’ll call Malika, and Bachelorette No. 2 we’ll call Sandy. I’d had intimate relations with both of them in the past, but wasn’t tied to either one presently.
Malika and I met up on a Friday night for dinner and drinks. As we conversed over cocktails, there was plenty of flirtation and reminiscing on our past physical chemistry. As the night drew to a close I threw out an offer for one last fling “for old time’s sake” and Malika bit. So we journeyed out to my bat cave and recreated the magic we remembered in the bedroom.
Now, I knew I had a date with Sandy the next day and there was a strong possibility that our Saturday night could end in a similar fashion, but I was banking on the 24-hour difference (give or take a stroke) being enough buffer between booty calls and I could avoid being labeled a “nasty, dirty dick muthaf*cka.”
Malika had other plans.
I awoke the following morning to Malika’s hands exploring the contents of my boxers. My mind was telling her no, but my body, my body was telling her yes.
I found myself in a moral conundrum. My date with Sandy was in several hours and there was a strong possibility that I might end up getting some, but here was a half-naked Malika (with socks on) primed and ready for an early morning quickie right here and now.
I tried to weasel out of taking it there, but Malika was the kind of woman that really didn’t take no for an answer. Plus, I was hard as a rock and there was no way she was going to let something as precious as that go to waste. Besides, who was I to deny her one final stroke of the magic stick. So I grabbed another condom from the nightstand and did the dirty deed.
Once Malika left my apartment and took her walk of shame, I showered thoroughly, trying to wash the familiar smell of sex and guilt off. A few hours later I was at the movies with Sandy and then off to a nearby restaurant for dinner.
The date was going well and seemed to be heading in a similar direction as last night’s outing, but I really wasn’t trying to go there. I’m all for guaranteed pucci but I just never wanted to be one of those guys that slept with women back-to-back. Still, Sandy had her heart and womanly parts set on being satisfied by yours truly that night and, once again, who was I to deny her.
It’s not like I could just come out and say, “Hey, can I get a rain check because the other girl I was screwing last night wanted a morning session so I’ve filled my pucci quota for the week.” Something like that would get me slapped and probably get my coochie coupon forever revoked, so against better moral judgment I slept with Sandy, condom in place and minus any oral activities.
Although three assisted nuts in 24-hours was a pleasurable experience, this definitely wasn’t one of my proudest moments. To my knowledge, neither woman ever knew about the other’s proximity to the same penis in such a short time span but I did and it’s been my dirty little secret ’til now.
My life, your entertainment.
How would you feel if the person you were sleeping with had sex with someone else within 24 hours of seeing you? Would you be more upset to find out they had sex before or after sleeping with you? Would you rather be the first or second? Would it make a difference if it were two days apart? If you had back-to-back dates and got lucky on the first would you still have sex with the second dater or make an excuse to reschedule?
Would your ego be hurt if you were trying to have sex with someone and they refused? Would you rather know the reason was because they had sex for the day already or think they just weren’t into you? What would you have done in my situation?
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