I had been texting this guy I met a few weeks earlier and one night we decide to meet up at a bar. After some heavy flirting, we decide to head back to his place. We get back and flirting leads to foreplay.  We're getting hot and heavy, and are about to have sex, when I ask him if he has a condom. So he gets up and heads to the other side of the room to find one, but can't. He starts pulling drawers out and dumping them, but still nothing, so he leaves to go see if his roommates have any.  I'm lying in bed, when I hear someone come in and one of his roommates is standing at the end of the bed staring at me. Not only does he insist upon carrying on a conversation with me asking some personal and inappropriate questions, but he locked the guy I was with out. Finally, he lets the guy back in, at which time we go at it again, but the condom breaks, so he goes off in search for another one and naturally his creepy roommate comes back to talk to me and locks the door, once more. When the guy finally comes back, he gets into bed and his leg is covered in blood. He'd ripped off his toenail, when wrestling with one of his other roommates while on 'condom search number 2.' If only it ended there. He leaves to go bandage himself up, comes back an hour later, and wakes me up. He wants to try and have sex again, but wait, he has to go look for another condom. After searching his room yet again, I'm just about to tell him to forget it because I'm way too tired, when voila, he finds a condom. After all of that, I fell asleep with him inside me. I'm so bad at sex. 

Capri on May 28th, 2009 | Comments: 0