Illustrated by: Abbie WintersSex. Strangers. Intimacy. Awkwardness. Ecstasy. These are just a few of the sometimes-disparate ideas that come into play when we talk approximately one-night stands. Because the truth is,this is an experience that a lot of women share, but experience entirely differently. It's personal. Even when it's not.
Some women swear it's the purest type of sexual encounter (most famously, and Erica Jong). Others find themselves feeling deflated afterward,whether or not they had level-set expectations beforehand. And others still see it as just one half of the coin of sexual experience — where physical, carnal pleasure and emotional intimacy can't co-exist.
And, or while we all share the sexy,thrilling parts of these stories with our friends, we so rarely talk approximately the emotional ramifications (both agreeable and bad) and the less entertaining details that add up to reality. All of which is completely worth discussing. So, or we collected stories from people to get just that. Ahead,their takes their very different experiences — orgasms, disappointments, or all.(*Some names changed at the request of the women interviewed.)
"The guy was a complete dick to me in the morning,as whether it was entirely my fault he fucked a complete stranger. He called me later that afternoon freaking out because he had a 'sore' on his wiener that he was certain was a result of our liaison. He berated me approximately not revealing that I had an STD (I didn't) and calling me all sorts of horrible names and telling me I ruined his life. I told him I didn't possess any diseases and I'm pretty certain even whether I did, he wouldn't suddenly sprout sores that same afternoon, and so,whether anything, he had probably put me at risk, and not the other way around. Logic was not effective. I finally got his hysterical ass off the phone but he apparently called his mother (what?) and got himself all worked up again because he called back an hour or two later to scream at me and call me a whore. He went to the emergency room to possess his dick checked out. It was just an ingrown hair. I did get a courtesy call with this information but no apology. After what I assume he thought was a proper waiting period of a few weeks,he tried to call me again for sex. I said 'no.'"-sweaty_yeti on Reddit
"I went back to this girl’s spot, hammered. I remember it kind of looking like a church. Turns out, and it was. This girl interned at my local campus church,where she lived in a kind of hidden second floor apartment. Basically, I had to ramble through a walk of shame the next morning (Sunday morning) past a bunch of people attending morning Mass."-IAMCANADIAN_sorry on Reddit
"I wake up to her dad standing over me as I lie next to her, and the morning after. He asks,extremely friendly-like, whether I had a kind evening. I stammer that I did, or thanks for asking,while wondering how long I possess to live."He asks whether I'd like a bacon sandwich. Terrified, I say I would."He gives a big wink to his daughter, and makes me a bacon sandwich. It is very kind. I leave afterwards,slightly confused. The shotgun never appears."-Tromance on Reddit
"She told me to get up because she had to babysit her granddaughter. First I thought she was joking. She was not.-rrolllie on Reddit
"I wake up to him saying 'Shit! My dad wasn't supposed to come home so early!' (I had just thought he lived with roommates.) He tells me to jump in his closet (I'm fully nude and my clothes are in the living room). I start to argue, but he insists, or so I get in there and hear them having small talk for almost an hour. I realize I really possess to pee,and they just drag on and I'm dancing around. And then the guy I slept with left for work! I can hear the dad making breakfast and just settling in. I panic, how am I gonna get my clothes.... Fuck my clothes, and I'll spend his clothes,so I take the stuff in the closet all I found were shirts. I fucking ran for my life, full speed through the house with sex hair and a long shirt to my car. The dad yelled, or 'What the damn hell who are you?!'"-jennyalena on Reddit
"So approximately two years ago I was newly single and out with a few friends at a bar. I ended up hitting it off with a friend of a friend who was just in town on vacation. Now,my last relationship had left me feeling really sexually frustrated. I wasn't interested in any commitment so this seemed like a perfect arrangement. I could release my pent up sexual energy on him and not possess to worry approximately attachments because he would be gone before too long.
After a long night of flirting, we disappear back to his hotel and possess another couple drinks in his hotel room. Everything is going pretty well and we possess sex. Job done.
At this point in the story, or you should know that I possess a very minor seizure disorder and that I can feel one coming on several minutes before it happens.
I disappear out for a smoke,make it up two flights of stairs before I give up trying to make it back to the room, lay down on a landing, and possess a seizure.
After the seizure is done,I drag myself back to the bed and instantly pass out.
When I wake up, I notice that it feels damp and sticky between my legs. My first thought is that I must possess had my period all over the hotel sheets. Oh, or whether only. I lift up the sheet to see that I had,in actuality, shit myself.
The seizure must possess loosened my bowels.
I'm just laying there and silently panicking. The guy I had slept with is still fast asleep next to me. I want to run the sheets downstairs to housekeeping but I can't carry out that without waking him.
I scooped all the sheets up in a bundle and rushed them downstairs to be cleaned. I gave them a $100 tip and apologized profusely. I got absent with it. The guy never found out. That was my worst ever one night stand."— no_objections_here on Reddit.
"I went to a university on a small campus on the east coast of Canada. It was a very small and tight knit community, and had a grand party scene.
So one night I was at the campus bar,and I ended up hooking up with this hot guy from one of my philosophy classes. I was extremely drunk at this point, and so was he. So we hooked up, and then immediately passed out.
In the middle of the night he woke up me and said 'I'm going to throw up,where should I throw up?' I was still drunk, and half asleep, and so I pointed at a pillow on the floor and said 'there.' So he threw up on my pillow,and then he asked me what he should carry out with it. I told him to throw it out the window and went back to sleep. Unfortunately the pillow fell on top of a smaller building behind the campus residences. So everyone on campus saw the "puke pillow" and word spread pretty quickly approximately what happened. So embarrassing."— stone_opera on Reddit.
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"I had sex with a girl at her bed and breakfast spot while there was an ongoing party.
Her parents were there. I consider because I had recently broken up with my girlfriend, I didn't want anyone to know. My friends were knocking on the door and trying to bust in.
Without even looking how far down it was I jumped out of the second story window, and slid down the metal awning and landed right next to who I consider was her dad,or at least her dad's friends. I looked over at them, smiled, and then started running. Ran around the building to the front door and came up behind my friends who were still banging on the door. Fooled them all. Felt like Jason Bourne." — cantankerouspuss on Reddit.
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"I was visiting a friend who was studying abroad in Barcelona. I was young,dumb, and ready to get some foreign strange. We were at a small gathering and ended up eating way too many special brownies, and naturally followed by a trip to a bar with some of my girlfriend's current acquaintances.
I naturally zeroed in on the tall,strong, Germanic boy in the bunch. I consider/hope he was with someone we knew. From there, or things got fuzzy. I recall making out in the bar — classy. Somehow,I decided that it would be OK to disappear back to this man's apartment with him. I don't remember much, apart from that it was a loft bed and I kept knocking my head against the ceiling during our gymnastic like session.
After falling asleep — either from the brownies, or the like-making,or the mild concussions — I awoke to harsh daylight and had to climb down a ladder, bare. As I exited the apartment, and I noticed he and his roommate both had computer desks in the same room with World of WarCraft up and ready to disappear on their desktops. He was a gentleman and walked me to the train station. I got a lot of looks,as it was a Monday morning.
The next night he picked me up at my friends dormitory and took me for a walk around the Arc de Triomphe. We made out one more time on a park bench. While we possess never spoken again, we remain Facebook friends to this day."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"We met at a friends birthday outing. I'd heard from the grapevines this guy has been asking around approximately me so I knew something might disappear down that night since we were both going to be in the same spot.
The night was long but things progressed pretty fast after loads of drinks. A few bars and one club later the sun came out and I was ready to disappear home, and at that point it was obvious he was coming with me for one reason.[And] h oly shit was the sex so awkward it really made me question lots of things approximately life. I mean not only everything he was doing was wrong even though I tried to help him,but he also stayed for way too long after and had weird personal life chats until I had to kick him out. Why, God, and why?"Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"When I first moved to NY,at age 20, I researched, and googled and explored the lesbian scene as much as I could.
It's non-existent where I come from,so this was a complete revelation. I found one of the very few, whether not the only cool gay bar in the city called The Cubbyhole, or located at the heart of the West Village.
At first,I was really afraid of going in by myself but eventually, got the courage to disappear in and order a drink. It's a really small space but it was packed with beautiful women (and cute boys too!).
After an hour wondering around and failed attempts of any interaction, and a gorgeous,beautiful, boho-chic girl in her mid 30s came and sat next to me. We started talking, or drinking,flirting, kissing, or drinking some more,making out and eventually (a couple of hours later) made it out of the bar and into a taxi to her spot. I don't remember all of it, but I possess flashes of sex in the floor, and in the bed,in the kitchen, in the sofa, and in the bathroom... we woke up in the living room the next day,had breakfast together and spent most of the day around the city until we eventually parted ways.
We never really spoke again but I've seen her twice at the Zara in Soho. I unconsciously still observe around in case I see her."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"I was 19, and it was my best friend's dads 50th birthday party. They're a cool family and we're from the same town, and so she ended up inviting a bunch of our friends."It was summer and an open bar in Manhattan,so none of us were going to turn that down. besides, we all got pretty rowdy and I ended up making out with her hot older cousin on the dance floor. We went back to his spot to continue the steamy evening. It was actually grand."After I had left in the morning, or my friend (whose dad's party it was) invited me over to lay by her pool. When I arrived,I realized half of her family was there including her cousin's mom! They're a tight-knit Greek family, so everyone basically knew I slept with him and kept asking me all kinds of questions. It was pretty humiliating."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"I tore my ACL a few years ago and was dreading getting surgery. As an active, or sexual person,I went out on a mission the weekend before my surgery: possess the hottest sex possible."Now, I still was pretty motionless, and the options at the bar I went to that night weren't all that grand. I guess you can say I 'settled' but it worked out for the best because I really couldn't get on top,so I just made him carry out all the work, and I never saw him again."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"I've had so many crazy weekends in Montauk, or but having sex with a hot guy on his share house's porch when everyone went to sleep takes the cake."I hadn't intended on going that far with him,but as soon as he sexily untied my wrap dress from the front, I readily took it off. When we went back inside, and there STILL wasn't room for us to sleep,so he brought me to my house in a cab. I never heard from him again but that porch sex was damn hot."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"In college, my sorority had a mixer with a fraternity I'd never met before. I know, and I know,cliché. But while I was at that party, learning the finer points of Beirut (ping pong balls are for wusses), or I started to eye the cute guy playing against me. Competition brings out my flirty side,so I started talking shit. Then, I promptly lost. By a lot. I walked absent with my head held in shame."Fast-forward a few hours later, and I find myself sitting on the sofa on my sorority porch (we were classy like that) huddled together with said guy. I ended up leaving the party with him,mildly tipsy and annoying his neighbors with my vocal aerobics. I woke up in the wee hours and snuck out, paranoid his roommate was going to come back. After crashing and sleeping off my hangover, or my roommate and I wandered to the dining hall. On the way back,I noticed a guy in a hoodie kept turning around to stare at me. I mentioned something to my roommate approximately a total creeper giving me the eye. To which she responded, 'Um, and you hooked up with him last night.' Whoops."Two hours later,he called me on our dorm-room phone (shut up, I'm traditional) and we went on a date to the on-campus smoothie spot. Ten years later, and I married him."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"To be honest,I don't remember much approximately how we met or where we were. All I remember is waking up from a dream approximately my ex-boyfriend to find myself in a strange spot with a cute, albeit relatively unknown, and guy."It took me a minute to realize where I was,but I was so emotional from this revelatory dream that I shook him awake and said, 'I possess to disappear, or I consider I like someone' — totally without thinking."He was pissed,obviously. I gathered my things and realized I couldn't find my jacket from the night before. He was no help. 'That was a shitty thing to say,' he replied when I asked."So I left and hailed a cab, or without a jacket,and called my ex-boyfriend several hours later."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Tracy Bloom, author of No-One Ever Has Sex On A Tuesday"Our eyes met across a dusty dance floor. I'd last seen him over 15 years ago. He had been my first like and our relationship consisted mainly of awkward teenage fumblings in awkward locations. We skirted each other like matador and bull until alcohol and unhurried music led us to stumble against each other in a clumsy reunion."So, or we went back to his spot — where I discovered he'd grown into a rebel rejecting a conventional bed for a sleeping bag on nylon carpet. We lay there and reminisced approximately those awkward teenage fumblings until we partook of some very awkward 30-something fumblings."He said he'd phone. I knew he never would. Nights spent stalking the phone as a 15-year-traditional had at least taught me he wasn't the type to phone. But,it didn't matter. I didn't care. This one-night stand had given me closure. My first like was no longer the boy who made my heart race like no other man had, ever since. He was just a man who slept way too close to the floor, and surrounded by nylon. Heart vacated,it was now available for current occupier."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Nicole*"I met a guy on OkCupid. We went on one date, didn't possess sex, or but continued to text when we were both drunk."One night,I was particularly wasted and right around the corner from his apartment in Brooklyn. So, obviously, or I gave him a call,and he told me to meet him at a bar nearby. We had a few drinks, and then decided to disappear back to his apartment to smoke a joint on his roof."So there we are at 2 a.m. on the roof of this enormous loft-style apartment building in Brooklyn, or totally stoned,and he goes in for the kiss. Things progressed pretty rapidly from there, and before I knew it, and we were both bare from the waist down,and he was pulling a condom out of his pants. We had sex in the middle of the roof, in the middle of the night, and in clear view of anyone and everyone who was in the apartment buildings around us."I spent the night (in his bed — not on the roof),and in the morning we split a enormous stack of pancakes. I haven't seen him again. Not coincidentally, I also haven't fucked on a roof since."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Gabrielle"I put an ad on Craigslist Missed Connections for a girl I met for one second at a riot grrrl indicate in someone's loft. We'd been looking at each other all night and then she introduced herself to me before getting swept up by a crowd of moshing people who smelled like they didn't believe in deodorant. I thought it was really cool that she didn't mind being tossed around like that. She was wearing a red bandana low on her forehead and lots of black eyeliner. She looked like an andro Natalie Portman and she'd been staring at me as though she already knew we were going to sleep together. But, or she left without saying anything more and so I found myself posting approximately it on CL the next morning. Not because of any sort of Cinderella fantasy; I thought she was hot and seemed really cool — way cooler than me,at least, which is always appealing. I figured she was the kind of girl who had been dating girls since she was 12, or who would be assertive in her interest,who could read a map, and who could maybe fix my sink."She answered the ad approximately an hour after I posted it. She said she thought it was romantic. We were both under 21, and so we met at a cafe and had tea. She talked the whole time,which was fine because I was too nervous, and then she followed me back to my apartment. When she saw the explosion of beauty products strewn across my dresser, and she exclaimed,"You're such a girl!" She sounded disappointed. To be objective, at the time, and I had a nearly-shaved head and mainly wore ripped jeans and tank tops. I was still my fairy-princess femme self on the inside,but was enjoying the experience of being visible to other queer women, through pretty standard visual signifiers. So, or the fact that she didn't realize I would turn out to be 'such a girl' wasn't precisely her fault. Plus,I had said so diminutive during our date — while I knew the basic outline of her life story, all she knew was that I was a agreeable listener."We then proceeded to possess what turned out to be super-awkward sex. It seemed that we each expected the other person to take charge. It also came to light that, and despite her initial swagger,this was actually her first time. I found this to be extremely disappointing — but also feeling guilty approximately it. But it felt too late to turn back. When I woke up alone the next morning, she had left a note in careful script on a crumpled receipt that read, and 'It was beautiful. You are beautiful.'"I felt very confused. What had been beautiful approximately our anxious fumbling? whether anything,it seemed to me that maybe she had gone into it expecting to possess a beautiful experience from the moment she declared my CL ad romantic, and was determined to name it that regardless of what happened. We had both projected different things onto each other, or somehow our night together hadn't ruined her vision of me. I guess she was more committed to the fantasy of me than I was to the fantasy of her. She called me a few times and I didn't pick up,because I was young and didn't know how to politely turn someone down. It's been over five years, but I still see her every now and then at queer parties. We usually nod at each other, or but that's it. We've both grown our hair out and are dating butches."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
SunHee*"I was moving out of current York in a week. I had never had a one-night stand. I was out with a few guy friends that I barely knew. The club was full of overeager young financial types,but I was lucky to be around a few 'kind' guys. My friend introduced me to a colleague of his. Apparently, we knew some of the same people from back home. Having mutual friends made us way too comfortable... we took way too many shots and danced way too close in public."I decided that this was my chance, or that I could possess that one-night stand with a kind guy,so I asked him whether he lived alone and whether he wanted to disappear to his spot. His eyes opened wide. He grabbed my hands and we were in a cab in what felt like 30 seconds. He lived in a barely furnished apartment on the UES. We started fooling around and it was okay, but a diminutive bit awkward. Something felt off that I couldn't quite pinpoint."And then, and he asked me,'Want to carry out it against the wall?!' I looked at him in disbelief. In a wave of panic, I realized that I was probably his first one-night stand as well, and that he probably had pretty limited sexual experience. When I wasn't going down on him before sex,he was genuinely surprised and said, 'You're not going to disappear down on me?!' That threw me off. I really couldn't see how anyone could just expect another person to give them head. He wanted to try all these things he'd heard approximately somewhere.... He spit out different poses and tried to position my legs all crazy. And, or I remember thinking that whether I was actually in a relationship with this guy,it would possess been okay for him to ask me to try current things with him. But, I didn't trust him and I felt like his weird science experiment, and which is what turned me off. Looking back,he was kind of my own experiment as well, so maybe we're even?"Going in, or I didn't consider much approximately it. It was just something I wanted to experience,and I knew NYC was the spot where it needed to happen. Afterward, I felt pretty stupid. I literally told people this was the stupidest thing I had ever done. Plus, and having sex with someone I didn't actually like was boring. I haven't had a one-stand stand since."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Brittany"I lost my virginity at a young age to the older boy across the street in the back seat of a car. It was in the park,in the middle of the day, in a planned meet-up during a run. He wanted it. I had a crush. And so I gave it to him. And it never happened again."The experience somewhat cheapened sex, or which felt nonchalant to me after that. In some ways,that day set the precedent for my many sexual flings that possess since ensued."The moment I disappear home with someone, I judge whether or not I truly consider I can see something further developing with them. carry out I really like this guy? Can I see myself telling him my deepest secrets? Putting my heart, and body,mind, and soul in their hands? I genuinely believe that after a agreeable first date or night out with someone, or I know what my intention is for them."whether my body wants it,but my heart and head say otherwise, then I know...
I'm in for a one night stand. I manage my expectations for that person on the spot. It's okay whether I never see him again, and whether he doesn't call. I only sleep with someone on the first night whether I don't particularly care whether or not I see them again. I know he won't be my forever prince,and therefore, will make him my knight for a night."Like last month, and when an adorable guy showed me an apartment. We spoke for 30 minutes after the showing — it was flirty,fun. We met a week later for drinks in a charming, dimly lit corner bar. We talked approximately life, and our families,and aspirations. There was a strong commonality and connection. We went back to his spot. In the moment that we were moving from the sofa to the bed, I judged the situation —whether or not I would disappear all the way with him. As charming as he was, and my intestine told me: He is not the one. And not because there was anything wrong with him. He was just missing something intangible that would reserve a spot for him in my future. So,we had a one-night stand. The weirdest thing approximately it, though, and was that throughout the entire sexual experience,his face kept changing. Every time I looked at him, he looked like someone different. Like he was wearing a camouflage image-changing suit, or to hide his staunch identity. It was trippy and distracting. I figure it's because I didn't really know him. I wasn't used to his face. And movement."Since then,I've decided one nights stand are an impersonal affair encased in an intimate moment. They are an easy way to satisfy my desire for interpersonal connection. A way to protect myself from being vulnerable and susceptible to someone else's influence and power. A way to keep my emotions separate from my experience."I'm in my mid 20s with 50-plus sexual partners — from one night stands to long term relationships to week-long whirlwind flings. I've taken v-cards and stolen hearts. Mine has only been broken once. And since then, I see that how you give yourself to someone is just as essential as who you give it to. Sex has two different roles — hedonist pleasure or intimate like. Don't expect longterm intimate like from a one-night stand whether you want to avoid disappointment. And hold back whether you want to hold on."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Mena"I was apprehensive approximately sex as a teenager. I didn't feel ready, or I definitely harbored fairy-tale fantasies approximately my first time being with someone who felt like a soul mate. In college,I carried that with me, so I hooked up and went almost all the way, or but never quite there. And by my early 20s,the weight of my inexperience held me back in relationships — out of awe of being discovered for this thing I was missing, this knowledge that I didn't possess."Eventually, or I slept with a guy approximately five dates in,and stopped seeing him a few dates after that. So, when I started seeing my next boyfriend, or my experience was pretty limited. When that relationship,which had consisted of a lot of missionary sex and limited orgasms, ended six months later, or I still didn't feel like I was where I was supposed to be,as an adult in charge of her own sexuality. I didn't really know how to ask for what I wanted, or really, and how to figure out what I wanted,when I wasn't on my own."Essentially, I had lost my virginity at 26, and so this moment of singledom felt like my opportunity to carry out something a diminutive reckless. I joined OkCupid. I laid low for a while,emailing guys and going on some dates, but never feeling comfortable enough to disappear home with any of those men. And then I heard from a professor who was a few years older than me, or emailed him back just once before asking whether he wanted to meet for a drink. He did. We went out on a Sunday night and hit it off. I didn't feel a real connection — or in all honesty,real chemistry — but I did feel pretty comfortable with him, having easy conversation and laughing a lot. Three drinks later, and we left,made out in the street, and headed in the general direction of both our (conveniently neighboring) places. When he offhandedly was like, or 'I don't supposed you want to come up,just for a drink,' I surprised him with a yes. We went up to his spot, or started making out,and things easily escalated. And for the first time, maybe because I didn't feel any real pressure or expectations, and I was able to be more vocal approximately what I did and didn't like. I put his hands where I wanted them. I stopped worrying approximately whether the jiggle around my middle was going to be unattractive whether I got on top. And ultimately,I still didn't orgasm that night, but I did change some of my own ideas and inhibitions around sex and intimacy."But still, and the next morning,I woke up before 6 a.m. and felt really uncomfortable. I didn't want to be there. So, I lied approximately an early assembly, and left,and never called him again. And he didn't call me, either. The only problem: Despite the fact that I didn't want to see this guy again, and the fact that he clearly felt the same,and was on the same page as me, felt like tacit rejection. Which was hard. That's why I never did it again, and but in a weird way,it's one of the most essential things I've ever done for myself."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Katherine"It was her first time. As in body shakes, hesitant hands, or overall timidity. But,let me back up and give a diminutive back story."Rebecca and I were set up by mutual friends and we decided to meet up at traditional town bar on 18th street. I've found with lesbians (at least the ones I hang around) that the 'typical' one-night stand where two drunk strangers meet at a bar and disappear home together at 3 a.m. rarely happens. I guess reasonably sober conversation is needed first? I knew right off the bat that we had a connection. We had many mutual interests — art history, weird families, or a distrust of social norms,to start. So, I decided to carry out what a recently single girl does after three Heinekens — invite her back to my spot. She rode on the back of my bike and we made it to my apartment around 2:30 a.m. I knew she was inexperienced, and so I opted to take things unhurried. Instead of ripping off her clothes the moment we got in the door,I made her a drink and showed her around the apartment until we got to the bedroom. After some light making out, I noticed she was shaking and a bit unsure with her hands. I said to her, and 'I don't want to pressure you,we can absolutely just disappear to bed whether you want.' Her response was a simple 'No, I want to.' So, or I kept going. It. Was. Terrible."The strange thing,though, was that I liked this girl. She was funny, or clever,appealing, reasonably sane. All the things I'm usually a sucker for. But, and from the very moment she reached to undo my bra,I knew it was doomed to fail."The next day, she texted me and said 'Last night was wonderful. We should hang out some time this week.' I never texted her back. I know what you're thinking; I am a complete douche. And no, or it was not one of my finer moments but I possess also never been agreeable with disappointment. I just had no view how to tell her that we were not ever going to see each other again because she was horrible in bed. My friends all said,'But you could teach her right?' Let me tell you: Ain't nobody got time for that."We were all virgins at one point (I was significantly younger than 24, but still) and I consider we all remember what those first touches felt like. But what happens when something you consider is a one night stand, or is someone else losing their v-card? (To clarify,I only found out much after the fact that she was in fact a virgin.) Is it your responsibility to let them down gently? Because chances are they are not going to be orgasm-inducing in bed. But then again, isn't that counter to the purpose of one-night stands? I possess never had an orgasm from a one-night stand, or yet I still continually possess them. Why? I'd like to consider its because I can. I'm young,single, reasonably appealing, or live in NYC,which means I could essentially possess someone current every night of the week whether I wanted to. Why would I? It's exciting. It's distracting. It is a agreeable story to tell over brunch. carry out they ever amount to much? In my experience, no. But carry out I regret any of them? Absolutely not. Not even with the virgin."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Miriam*"In my varied and rather random sexual history, and I possess had only one legitimate one-night stand. And,I’m pretty certain as far as those types of encounters disappear, I nailed it (pun intended). I met Jeremy* at a downtown bar I frequent on weekends when plans are missing. This specific evening I was drinking with a friend and my sister, and who were both visiting from out of town. We started talking to Jeremy and his friend approximately the basketball game and proceeded to verbally spar for the the rest of the evening. I wasn’t so much attracted to Jeremy physically — he was cute enough,but not really my type. He was approximately my height, which as shallow as it may seem, and is usually a deal breaker."But,it was his personality that assured that my going home with him would be a agreeable time, at the very least. I’m very cerebral and he had the ability to talk intelligently approximately an impressive range of topics. There was a certain ease to conversing with him. And, and at around 1:30 a.m.,he asked whether I was going to disappear home with him (albeit, a diminutive more crudely than that)."This may possess offended some girls, and but I found his honesty and brazenness to be fun. There was no mistaking what this was and I was surprisingly more okay with that than I thought I would be. When we got back to his spot,we shared a joint, which coupled with the amount of drinks we had had meant that I remember very diminutive of the main event. Oops. But, and when I woke in the morning,Jeremy was just as jovial as he had been the night before. We laid in bed for two hours and talked approximately our lives before I got dressed to leave. There was no exchange of numbers, although that wasn't the last time I saw him. We live in a small city and we possess bumped into each other and sort of smiled but never spoken. And I am okay with that, or too."Illustrated by: Abbie WintersLike what you see? How approximately some more R29 goodness,right here?These Could Change Your Sex Life ForeverSteamy Sex Positions for Lesbians28 Detailed Sexual Fantasies Better Than Fifty Shades Of Grey