This is the story of the second best sex I've ever had. | 2016

I'm probably 20 years older than you kids reading this, and let me tell you, the 70s had nothing on the 90s if you played your cards right. AIDS was what the gays worried about. Ecstacy was new and we ate it. Weed was in its infancy as a designer drug and drinking and driving was still mostly ok. I love the 90s!

Tonight I burned the candle at both ends, like a young man, a much younger man should. I was asked about the best sex I ever had. So here is a tale. I've fucked more than 20 women I can name, and this is one of those names that escapes me. Don't get stuck on stupid, I knew her well. Her red hair, red muffin, blue eyes and tattoos will always be with me. For whatever reason I forgot her name, probably because this was an affair and I had to play it cool. But she was the best lay I ever had, or at least top 5, and I will love her for it always. Yeah, I dont know her name. But I know this. All of her tattoos you have seen are black and white. The ones I have tasted are in color. Others have seen them too, I know, but she is something.

I worked the door at a bar. Security. A laughable title. Confrontation was few and far in between, and it wasn't because I was intimidating, I know that. I think in the year or so I worked there, I went 4-0. It was just an easy going place. Anyway, she chose me and it was obvious.

My bartender covered me ass. He went above and beyond, I was out of there an hour early, easy, which was the only way this worked, because I lived with my woman at the time. I'm a dirtbag. I'm sorry baby, but nothing compares to new pussy. Nothing, and hers was sweet. I will never get over the feeling of sampling a new piece of ass. It is my greatest flaw as a human, I am a slut, and I want to make you cum. The taste of new pussy excites me more than anything else in this world, and she had it out for me. I planned to give her what she wanted. What we both wanted.

My man hooked me up and I was out the door. No taking out the garbage and mopping the shitter tonight. Tonight I was free to fuck. The bro code was in effect, and honestly, my bartender was on top of it probably more so than me. That's how you know he was good at his job.

She had a spot, so we walked a few blocks to the parking garage. She said hello to the lady manning the gate like they were old friends. We walked up a flight and a half. She opened the tail gate and told me to get in. It was a ranger pick up truck with a cab on it. I did as I was told. She told me to take my clothes off and did the same. She climbed on top of me. It was an August night in the south, and the dew point matched the temperature up around 90. We were naked, sweaty, and I was on my back while she rocked on top of me. I was in heaven.

She peeled my skin tight t-shirt off. I kissed and undressed her. She was on top of me again before I knew it, and took to riding, bracing on the cab. It was hot, sweaty, and fun. She rode me. I fucked her hard. It was amazing. We both came.

She drove me back to her place. I went inside and bent her over her bed. I had her again. This time I was in control. With her calling the shots the first time and me in charge the second time, we came, hard, together, twice. It was an hour after I normally got off work by the time I made it back to my car, with yet another 20 minute ride home.

I made my way up the steps to our second story apartment, but had to stop and throw up before going in. I felt terrible for cheating on my woman. Which was weird, because as bad as it felt, the taste of new pussy on my tongue still enchanted me. It was a terrible place to be.

I loved my woman. I decided that very night I wanted to marry her, but figured I had blown it, and my infidelity would ruin the whole thing. It's funny, the things you think about walking a couple miles back to your car after you fucked another woman.

Good thing we hooked up on a saturday, I didnt have to work until friday the next week, because both of our SOs knew something was up. My girlfriend showed up at the bar with a posse in tow, and not 5 minutes later she came through with her boyfriend. I card them and took their money, straight gangsta style. Both of our SOs stalked the bar, but we played it cool.

I fooled my woman, we carried on like a young couple in love.

Her man wasn't as easily fooled. He saw where the sweat off my back cleaned his bed. He wrapped the ranger around a tree the next day, and they were done as a couple shortly thereafter.

She was the 20th woman I slept with in my life. One of the more memorable ones, yet sadly, I dont even know her name.

She had another dude all lined up and tried to be coy with me around, chatting about her B&W tattoos as if that was all there was. I let it be known about the colored tats on her tits and that was it.

I blew it, I revealed insider info about her color tats on her tits and after a frown of disapproval I never saw her in my bar again.