[ WP ] Either tell us a true story from your own experience that slips into erotic fiction OR tell us a fake story that slips into a real sexual encounter you 've had . We 'll guess which you chose . [ NSFW ]

Hey, it's not something I do everyday. In fact, it was only one day out of 365. And man, was it a bad day. So here I was, moderately attractive girl, slightly too old to actually be jailbait and slightly too young to be thought of as not, hanging around in a dingy coffee shop in an area where drug deals were as common as rain. ( That's really common, for those of you who did n't know I lived in the UK ) I had what had been promised to be a latte, but was actually just instant coffee with blue milk floating on the surface, sitting on the greasy table in front of me. If milk could give you an evil eye, this would be glowering so hard even the waitress chewing gum like a cow chews cud would have noticed. Before I could take my own life into my hands and take a sip, a more than moderately attractive man walked in and my hormone-filled head nodded up like a slightly horny nodding dog. Seeing the plenty of empty chairs and the variety of interesting stains on the tables, the attractive stranger decided to sit down opposite me. 
 
 
 
 This was when I learned never to judge a book by its cover. Twenty minutes later we were in his scummy bachelor pad. Attractive as he was, there comes a point when a man has to learn to rely on more than looks alone, which this guy had never done. He skipped the foreplay, rolled on a condom, entered me and spent the next fifteen minutes rapidly pounding into me as I lay bored and motionless underneath his not inconsiderable bulk. When he eventually rolled off, I grabbed my clothes and left, resolving never again to let a man skip foreplay.
