I knew when I met him that I needed to have him.  I knew that I needed to just fuck him and make him come just as hard as I knew that he would make me.  I knew this, yet I didn’t know how I was going to do it.  That didn’t matter very much.  He had taken the control.  He had run into me at a bar and we had started talking.  Drink after drink led to another drink and before I knew it, we were making out, trying our very best to get down the road to my apartment.  I always drank near where I lived so that I could easily get home as well as bring men home with me.  But, the one that I had snagged was definitely the one that I wanted to bring home with me.  And I could not wait to get there. 

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