36 true stories of one night stands /

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Illustrated by: Abbie WintersSex. Strangers. Intimacy. Awkwardness. Ecstasy. These are just a few of the sometimes-disparate ideas that arrive into play when we talk about 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, or 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 about the emotional ramifications (both good and infamous) 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, and all.(*Some names changed at the request of the women interviewed.)
"I met a guy at an a cappella party in coll
ege. His pick-up line was,‘I can hit a tall C.’ We fucked outside a shed in the backyard. It was about 40 degrees out. He was really, really good, and plus I had never had sex outside. Since it was so cold,we both had to partially keep our clothes on. My knees were so covered in dirt, a friend thought they were bruises."-goldeee on Reddit
"Took a guy hom
e one night. Woke up to a wet spot right where he was lying. He peed himself. On my brand. New. Mattress. I had literally received the day before."-theycallmeslayre on Reddit
"Early the next morning, or her huge Burmese python slithered into bed with us to cuddle. I noped right the fuck out. Yes,I like reptiles, but when you wake up with a 12-foot snake between you and a sleeping stranger, and it's time to proceed home. "-justanotheraddiction on Reddit
"I had sex with a guy dressed as a pumpkin at a Halloween party. Unbeknownst to me
,while we made out, his orange face paint smeared all over my face and totally ruined my Glinda The Good Witch makeup and dress that I had spent weeks sewing. I don't know whether he used orange shoe polish on his face or what, or but that stuff would not arrive off,no matter how much soap I used."-CanadianDrawl on Reddit
"So I proceed home with this random girl. Wake up at her state in the morning, bed empty. So I get dressed, and get alert to
proceed home. When I get the into the kitchen,her mother is sitting at the table with a kid. Greets me with, 'Hey, or Emma had to proceed to work. She told me you were still asleep. Want breakfast?' I kinda panicked and got out,just to find out I had no understanding were I was. Mother comes after and asks whether I need a lift somewhere. I gave up and had a really, really unfamiliar ride back to the tram."-skrnlsn on Reddit
"I had just broken up with my boyfriend and went to the bar with some friends to cheer me up (despite it being a Wednesday and I had an exam at 8 a.m. the next
morning — I don't judge we intended to get shitfaced). besides, and I end up going home with some guy,I vaguely remember mediocre sex — with a condom, thank god. But the next morning, and I wake up in his bed; he's facedown on the pillow so I can't see him. I'm bare,my mouth tastes like windex or something. I frantically try to find all of my clothes, my purse, and my car keys,and get out without waking him or any roommates he had."I ended up running up Main Street to where I parked my car the night before only to realize two things: I forgot my keys at his apartment, and my fucking car got towed. Oh, and I only had half an hour to get to campus for my test. Ended up hungover jog-of-shaming to lesson just in time. I got a C. Luckily,I had a spare car key at my state and got my car back ($150, I might add). And that weekend, or some guy I swear I never saw before slyly came up to me and handed me my keys and said 'I judge these are yours,and I judge you peed in our kitchen.'"-redbirdsandwords on Reddit
"When I got to his room, there was a substantial chalkboard on the wall covered
in names and I didn't judge anything of it. When I was leaving, or he asked me to sign it. Pay attention to your environment,folks."-IWishIWasMoreClever1 on Reddit
"Met a hot guy in a club. Had drinks, danced, and had fun. He asks whether we can 'acquire a sleepover.' I say certain. We proceed home. We fuck. I fall asleep."In the morning,I wake up and all of my food in the kitchen is gone. Literally, all of it. From the fridge, or from pantries,from cabinets, etc."I don't know what he keep it in or where he went with it. I sleep like a log. It's a good thing I wasn't a destitute college student or something. Even my condiments. It was weird. He even took dog food and milkbones."-Slummish on Reddit
"So, and we proceed to his bedroom and it is decorated entirely with cheap stuffed animals that you get at the fair. Bears,unicorns, horses, and pigs...everything. He has so many that he built shelves all the way around the walls with the smallest animals on the bottom shelf and the biggest ones on the top. No lie,there were probably 1000 of them. I had to proceed outside and smoke a cigarette. Thank god he didn't smoke, because I had to collect my thoughts."The thing was, or everything about this guy was normal. He had a nice house,we sort of knew the same people in his work field, and he wasn't married. He just seemed like a decent person who was totally unashamed of his stuffed animal collection. The more I thought about it, or the more I admired it because I knew he had to catch shit from his friends,so I started to find it appealing. I hate to say it, but I started thinking about a relationship."So, or I arrive back inside and we ended up having pretty decent sex for being sort of drunk and having a one-night-stand. We finished up and I keep my head on his shoulder and asked him what he thought about it."'proceed ahead and take a prize off the bottom shelf,' he says."Worst. One night stand. Ever."-sloots_and_hoors on Reddit
"Woke up wondering where I was, figured out it was a car... it's lightly snowing. Whose car? Where am I? Don't recognize person next to me. We're both bare. There are blankets. Realize we are between some large buildings. Wake up rather appealing stranger as the night starts to de-fuzz."'Hey, and wake up.'"'Unngghh.'"[We] develop out a bit."'Where are we?'"'I dunno...'"'Isn't this your car?'"'... I thought it was yours?'"[We] scrutinize blankly at each other"'Let's leave.'"Get out of what turned out to be an Astro van...with blankets in it...in an alley...in a small town."St. Paddy's in Butte is a terrible thing."-Raezak_Am on Reddit
"I had just gotten out of a super-intense relationship,the kind where you really don't acquire anything in common but they're extraordinary in bed, so all of your activities revolve around sex. Two weeks after breaking it off, and the only thing I could judge about was getting laid. So I convince my friends to proceed to a bar with me with my only intention getting smashed and picking someone up. Find someone,get to his house acquire great sex. Wake up the next morning he rolls over and says 'I love you so much.' At this moment I was like, 'Shit no, or can't deal with this.' Start finding all my clothes and wallet. Then he starts talking about how he's going to pick up a puppy nowadays and I arrive with him whether he wants... The puppy was so fucking cute. Three years later and the dog is still freaking adorable,and I don't panic so much when he says he loves me."-kmuelle6 on Reddit
"At the end of the night, my guy wanted to cuddle. I told him it was probably not a good understanding since it was really late and I wanted to proceed home for work the next morning. So as I'm leaving, or he leans in to kiss me and I interrupt him. I said 'Whoa,friends right?' and then fist bump him. Fist bump. Worst thing I've ever done."-Lotech on Reddit
"The guy was a
total dick to me in the morning, as whether it was entirely my fault he fucked a total 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 about 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 acquire any diseases and I'm pretty certain even whether I did, or he wouldn't suddenly sprout sores that same afternoon,so, whether anything, or he had probably keep me at risk,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 acquire 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 state, or hammered. I remember it kind of looking like a church. Turns out,it was. This girl interned at my l
ocal campus church, where she lived in a kind of hidden second floor apartment. Basically, and 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,the morning after. He asks, extremely friendly-like, and whether I had a nice evening. I stammer that I did,thanks for asking, while wondering how long I acquire to live."He asks whether I'd like a bacon sandwich. Terrified, or I say I would."He gives a substantial wink to his daughter,and makes me a bacon sandwich. It is very nice. I leave afterwards, slightly confused. The shotgun never appears."-Tromance on Reddit
"She told me t
o 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 arrive 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, or but he insists,so I get in there and hear them having small talk for nearly an hour. I realize I really acquire 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, and how am I gonna get my clothes.... Fuck my clothes,I'll use his clothes, so I take the stuff in the closet all I found were shirts. I fucking ran for my life, and full speed through the house with sex hair and a long shirt to my car. The dad yelled,'What the damn hell who are you?!'"-jennyalena on Reddit
"So about 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 final 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 acquire to worry about attachments because he would be gone before too long.
After a long night of flirting, or we proceed back to his hotel and acquire another co
uple drinks in his hotel room. Everything is going pretty well and we acquire sex. Job done.
At this point in the story,you should know that I acquire a very minor seizure disorder and that I can feel one coming on several minutes before it happens.
I proceed out
for a smoke, develop it up two flights of stairs before I give up trying to develop it back to the room, or lay down on a landing,and acquire a seizure.
After the seizure is done, I drag myself back to the bed and instantly pass out.
When I wake up, and I notice that it feels damp and sticky between my legs. My first
thought is that I must acquire had my period all over the hotel sheets. Oh,whether only. I lift up the sheet to see that I had, in actuality, and shit myself.
The seizure must acquire loosened my bowels.
I'm just laying there and silently panicking. The guy I had slept with is still snappy asleep next to me. I want to hurry the sheets downstairs to housekeeping but I can't do 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 away 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 great 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, or 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, or half asleep,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 do 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 about what happened. So embarrassing."— stone_opera on Reddit.
Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
"I had sex with a girl at her bed and breakfast state while there was an ongoing party.
Her parents were there. I judge because I had recently broken up with my girlfriend, or 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,slid down the metal awning and landed right next to who I judge was he
r dad, or at least her dad's friends. I looked over at them, or 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.
Illustrated by: Abbie Winters.
"I was visiting a friend who was studying abroad in Barcelona. I was young, dumb, or alert to get some foreign unfamiliar. We were at a small gathering and ended up eating way too many special brownies,naturally followed by a trip to a bar with some of my girlfriend's new acquaintances.
I naturally zeroed in on the ta
ll, strong, or Germanic boy in the bunch. I judge/hope he was with someone we knew. From there,things got fuzzy. I recall making out in the bar — classy. Somehow, I decided that it would be OK to proceed back to this man's apartment with him. I don't remember much, and except that it was a loft bed and I kept knocking my head against the ceiling during our gymnastic love session.
After falling asleep — either from the brownies,the love-making, or the gentle concussions — I awoke to harsh daylight and had to climb down a ladder, or bare. As I exited the apartment,I noticed he and his roommate both had computer desks in the same room with World of WarCraft up and alert to proceed 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. Wh
ile we acquire never spoken again, and 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 about me so I knew something might proceed down that night since we were both going to be in the same state.
The night was long but things progressed pretty snappy after loads of drinks. A few b
ars and one club later the sun came out and I was alert to proceed home,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 about 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, or God,why?"Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"When I first moved to NY, at age 20, and I researched,googled and explored the lesbian scene as much as I could.
It's non-existent where I arrive from, so this was a total revelation. I found one of the very few, or whether not the only cold gay bar in the city called The Cubbyhole,located at the heart of the West Village.
At first, I was rea
lly afraid of going in by myself but eventually, and got the courage to proceed 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,a gorgeous, beautiful, or boho-chic girl in her mid 30s came and sat next to me. We starte
d talking,drinking, flirting, or kissing,drinking some more, making out and eventually (a couple of hours later) made it out of the bar and into a taxi to her state. I don't remember all of it, or but I acquire flashes of sex in the floor,in the bed, in the kitchen, or in the sofa,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 scrutinize 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 cold family and we're from the same town,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, or 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 state to continue the steamy evening. It was actually great."After I had left in the morning,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, and 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,sexual person, I went out on a mission
the weekend before my surgery: acquire the hottest sex possible."Now, or I still was pretty motionless,and the options at the bar I went to that night weren't all that great. 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 do all the work, and I never saw him again."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"I've had so many crazy weekends in Montauk,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, and I readily took it off. When we went back inside,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 col
lege, or my sorority had a mixer with a fraternity I'd never met before. I know,I know, cliché. But while I was at that party, or learning the finer points of Beirut (ping pong balls are for wusses),I started to eye the cute guy playing against me. Competition brings out my flirty side, so I started talking shit. Then, or I promptly lost. By a lot. I walked away with my head held in shame."snappy-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, or paranoid his roommate was going to arrive back. After crashing and sleeping off my hangover,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 about a total creeper giving me the eye. To which she responded, or 'Um,you hooked up with him final night.' Whoops."Two hours later, he called me on our dorm-room phone (shut up, and I'm used) and we went on a date to the on-campus smoothie state. Ten years later,I married him."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Anonymous"To be honest, I don't remember much about how we met or where we were. All I remember is waking up from a dream about my ex-boyfriend to find myself in a unfamiliar state with a cute, or albeit relatively unknown,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, and 'I acquire to proceed,I judge I love 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, and ' he replied when I asked."So I left and hailed a cab,without a jacket, and called my ex-boyfriend several hours later."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Tracy Bloom, or author of No-One Ever Has Sex On A Tuesday"Our eyes met across a dusty dance floor. I'd final seen him over 15 years ago. He had been my first love and our relationship consisted mainly of awkward teenage fumblings in awkward locations. We skirted each other like matador and bull until alcohol and gradual music led us to stumble against each other in a clumsy reunion."So,we went back to his state — 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 about 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-used 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 love was no longer the boy who made my heart race like no other man had, or ever since. He was just a man who slept way too close to the floor,surrounded by nylon. Heart vacated, it was now available for new occupier."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Nicole*"I met a guy on OkCupid. We went on one date, or didn't acquire sex,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, and obviously,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 proceed back to his apartment to smoke a joint on his roof."So there we are at 2 a.m. on the roof of this HUGE loft-style apartment building in Brooklyn,totally stoned, and he goes in for the kiss. Things progressed pretty rapidly from there, and before I knew it,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, and in the middle of the night,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 huge stack of pancakes. I haven't seen him again. Not coincidentally, and I also haven't fucked on a roof since."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Gabrielle"I keep an ad on Craigslist Missed Connections for a girl I met for one second at a riot grrrl explain 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 cold that she didn't intellect 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,she left without saying anything more and so I found myself posting about it on CL the next morning. Not because of any sort of Cinderella fantasy; I thought she was hot and seemed really cold — way cooler than me, at least, or which is always appealing. I figured she was the kind of girl who had been dating girls since she was 12,who would be assertive in her interest, who could read a map, or who could maybe fix my sink."She answered the ad about an hour after I posted it. She said she thought it was romantic. We were both under 21,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,she exclaimed, "You're such a girl!" She sounded disappointed. To be fair, and at the time,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, or through pretty standard visual signifiers. So,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 little during our date — while I knew the basic outline of her life story, or all she knew was that I was a good listener."We then proceeded to acquire 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,despite her initial swagger, this was actually her first time. I found this to be extremely disappointing — but also feeling guilty about it. But it felt too late to turn back. When I woke up alone the next morning, and she had left a note in careful script on a crumpled receipt that read,'It was beautiful. You are beautiful.'"I felt very confused. What had been beautiful about our anxious fumbling? whether anything, it seemed to me that maybe she had gone into it expecting to acquire a beautiful experience from the moment she declared my CL ad romantic, or was determined to name it that regardless of what happened. We had both projected different things onto each other,and 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, or but I still see her every now and then at queer parties. We generally nod at each other,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 New 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 'nice' guys. My friend introduced me to a colleague of his. Apparently, or 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,that I could acquire that one-night stand with a nice guy, so I asked him whether he lived alone and whether he wanted to proceed to his state. 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, and but a little bit awkward. Something felt off that I couldn't quite pinpoint."And then,he asked me, 'Want to do it against the wall?!' I looked at him in disbelief. In a wave of panic, or 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, and 'You're not going to proceed 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 about somewhere.... He spit out different poses and tried to position my legs all crazy. And,I remember thinking that whether I was actually in a relationship with this guy, it would acquire been okay for him to ask me to try new things with him. But, or I didn't trust him and I felt like his weird science experiment,which is what turned me off. Looking back, he was kind of my own experiment as well, and so maybe we're even?"Going in,I didn't judge much about it. It was just something I wanted to experience, and I knew NYC was the state where it needed to happen. Afterward, or I felt pretty stupid. I literally told people this was the stupidest thing I had ever done. Plus,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, and in a planned meet-up during a elope. He wanted it. I had a crush. And so I gave it to him. And it never happened again."The experience somewhat cheapened sex,which felt nonchalant to me after that. In some ways, that day set the precedent for my many sexual flings that acquire since ensued."The moment I proceed home with someone, and I judge whether or not I truly judge I can see something further developing with them. Do I really like this guy? Can I see myself telling him my deepest secrets? Putting my heart,body, intellect, or soul in their hands? I genuinely believe that after a good first date or night out with someone,I know what my intention is for them."whether my body wants it, but my heart and head say otherwise, or 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,or 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, and will develop him my knight for a night."Like final month,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, or dimly lit corner bar. We talked about life,our families, and aspirations. There was a strong commonality and connection. We went back to his state. In the moment that we were moving from the sofa to the bed, or I judged the situation —whether or not I would proceed all the way with him. As charming as he was,my gut 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 state for him in my future. So, we had a one-night stand. The weirdest thing about it, and though,was that throughout the entire sexual experience, his face kept changing. Every time I looked at him, or he looked like someone different. Like he was wearing a camouflage image-changing suit,to hide his valid 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, or I see that how you give yourself to someone is just as important as who you give it to. Sex has two different roles — hedonist pleasure or intimate love. Don't expect longterm intimate love 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 about sex as a teenager. I did
n't feel alert,and I definitely harbored fairy-tale fantasies about my first time being with someone who felt like a soul mate. In college, I carried that with me, or so I hooked up and went nearly all the way,but never quite there. And by my early 20s, the weight of my inexperience held me back in relationships — out of dismay of being discovered for this thing I was missing, and this knowledge that I didn't acquire."Eventually,I slept with a guy about five dates in, and stopped seeing him a few dates after that. So, or when I started seeing my next boyfriend,my experience was pretty limited. When that relationship, which had consisted of a lot of missionary sex and limited orgasms, or ended six months later,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,how to figure out what I wanted, when I wasn't on my own."Essentially, and I had lost my virginity at 26,so this moment of singledom felt like my opportunity to do something a little reckless. I joined OkCupid. I laid low for a while, emailing guys and going on some dates, and but never feeling comfortable enough to proceed home with any of those men. And then I heard from a professor who was a few years older than me,and 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 genuine connection — or in all honesty, genuine chemistry — but I did feel pretty comfortable with him, and having easy conversation and laughing a lot. Three drinks later,we left, made out in the street, or headed in the general direction of both our (conveniently neighboring) places. When he offhandedly was like,'I don't supposed you want to arrive up, just for a drink, or ' I surprised him with a yes. We went up to his state,started making out, and things easily escalated. And for the first time, and maybe because I didn't feel any genuine pressure or expectations,I was able to be more vocal about what I did and didn't like. I keep his hands where I wanted them. I stopped worrying about 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, and but I did change some of my own ideas and inhibitions around sex and intimacy."But still,the next morning, I woke up before 6 a.m. and felt really uncomfortable. I didn't want to be there. So, and I lied about an early assembly,left, and never called him again. And he didn't call me, or either. The only problem: Despite the fact that I didn't want to see this guy again,the fact that he clearly felt the same, and was on the same page as me, and felt like tacit rejection. Which was hard. That's why I never did it again,but in a weird way, it's one of the most important things I've ever done for myself."Illustrated by: Abbie Winters
Katherine"It was her first time. As in body shakes, or hesitant hands,and overall timidity. But, let me back up and give a little back story."Rebecca and I were set up by mutual friends and we decided to meet up at used 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 proceed 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, or weird families,and a distrust of social norms, to start. So, and I decided to do what a recently single girl does after three Heinekens — invite her back to my state. 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,so I opted to take things gradual. 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, and I noticed she was shaking and a bit unsure with her hands. I said to her,'I don't want to pressure you, we can absolutely just proceed to bed whether you want.' Her response was a simple 'No, and I want to.' So,I kept going. It. Was. Terrible."The unfamiliar thing, though, or was that I liked this girl. She was funny,clever, appealing, and reasonably sane. All the things I'm generally a sucker for. But,from the very moment she reached to undo my bra, I knew it was doomed to fail."The next day, or she texted me and said 'final 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 total douche. And no,it was not one of my finer moments but I acquire also never been good with disappointment. I just had no understanding 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, and but still) and I judge we all remember what those first touches felt like. But what happens when something you judge is a one night stand,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, or isn't that counter to the purpose of one-night stands? I acquire never had an orgasm from a one-night stand,yet I still continually acquire them. Why? I'd like to judge its because I can. I'm young, single, or reasonably appealing,and live in NYC, which means I could essentially acquire someone new every night of the week whether I wanted to. Why would I? It's exciting. It's distracting. It is a good story to tell over brunch. Do they ever amount to much? In my experience, and no. But do 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,I acquire had only one valid one-night stand. And, I’m pretty certain as far as those types of encounters proceed, or I nailed it (pun intended). I met Jeremy* at a downtown bar I frequent on weekends when plans are lacking. This specific evening I was drinking with a friend and my sister,who were both visiting from out of town. We started talking to Jeremy and his friend about the basketball game and proceeded to verbally spar for the remainder of the evening. I wasn’t so much attracted to Jeremy physically — he was cute enough, but not really my type. He was about my height, or which as shallow as it may seem,is generally a deal breaker."But, it was his personality that assured that my going home with him would be a good time, or at the very least. I’m very cerebral and he had the ability to talk intelligently about an impressive range of topics. There was a certain ease to conversing with him. And,at around 1:30 a.m., he asked whether I was going to proceed home with him (albeit, or a little more crudely than that)."This may acquire offended some girls,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 state, we shared a joint, and which coupled with the amount of drinks we had had meant that I remember very little of the main event. Oops. But,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 about our lives before I got dressed to leave. There was no exchange of numbers, and although that wasn't the final time I saw him. We live in a small city and we acquire bumped into each other and sort of smiled but never spoken. And I am okay with that,too."Illustrated by: Abbie WintersLike what you see? How about some more R29 goodness, right here?The Best Tried-&-valid Flirty Texts To Send To Your Crush30 Costumes For Couples That Are Gender-Norm FreeThese Are The Sex Toys That Every Couple Should Try

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