After the last show, I had to pack my equipment so I knew I wouldn't have a lot of time to say goodbye, but I hurried as fast as I could to get to the lobby. This time I didn't care about any fan or groupie; I just went straight to my girl. She was waiting patiently, and I could tell she was sad to say goodbye. As I said all the right things about wanting to stay in touch, IT HAPPENED . . . My masculine vulnerabilities would now be tested. She stopped me mid-sentence and dragged me into a closet. Now we're in a secluded place with no lights and she put those lips I had been dreaming about on mine. It seems like this moment would last forever. Then she stuck her tongue down my throat; I am getting hot and aroused. My being euphoric and feeling in love with my girl, I fast forward to building a lifetime relationship with someone I don't even know; it’s crazy how your emotions will convince you to believe something other than the truth when you want to escape and experience something new. I entertained spending years with this girl, though I had only known her for three whole days. Thoughts rushed …show more content…
Then she moves her body close to mine and sticks her leg around the back of my legs, and presses her vagina area to my crouch. Oh my, oh my! Then IT HAPPENED―She reaches down and grabs my penis right through my pants. Embarrassed by how hard my penis was, I attempted to move her hand, but I didn't want to move her hand. Her sensitive touch is causing me to lose control. Abruptly, a series of disturbing questions bombarded my mind: How is this happening? When I leave and the next entertainer shows up, would she be unfaithful and pull him into a dark closet and rub his penis too? I am supposed to be the star here who is completely controlling this event; she should have been submissive and waited for my command, but her aggressive posture stirred many conflicting emotions . . . I don't know if relationships are supposed to move this