Last weekend I went out with some friends to this underground bar downtown... the kind that’s dark, loud as hell, and packed tight. Like... bodies on bodies, music thumping, barely any lights... just straight up chaos. Perfect for bad decisions.

I was already in the mood to feel a lil slutty, so I wore this tight black dress... no bra... no panties. Just skin under fabric. I don’t even know why I did it maybe I was hoping something would happen... maybe I just wanted to tease myself a little. Either way, I felt sexy as fuck.

One of my friends brought a guy I’ve hooked up with before... tall, cocky, flirty as hell. We’ve had a thing for a while but nothing serious... just vibes and filth when it works out. The moment we locked eyes that night, it was on. He sat across from me, kept watching my every move... biting his lip every time I leaned forward or adjusted my dress.

I swear the tension between us was thick. Under the table, he slid his hand onto my thigh... just resting it there like it was nothing. But I knew that look in his eye... he wasn’t trying to be subtle.

Eventually I got up to go to the bathroom, and not even a full minute later, he followed. Didn’t even try to play it cool. I was walking toward the back hallway and suddenly I feel him behind me, grabbing my waist and pulling me against the wall.

He didn’t even say anything. Just kissed me — rough, hungry and started sliding his hands up my dress. When he realized I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, he looked me dead in the eyes and muttered, “Fucking knew it...”

Next thing I know, two fingers are inside me. Right there. In the hallway. I was already dripping wet, and the way he curled his fingers... it was game over. His hand was on my throat, his lips against my ear saying the nastiest shit... and people were walking by behind him. I saw a dude look directly at us... pretty sure he knew what was going on. I didn’t care. It made it hotter.

I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from moaning... but he kept going. Added another finger... kept rubbing my clit with his thumb... using the beat of the music like a rhythm. I swear I almost collapsed right there.

When I finally came, my knees buckled and I had to grab his shirt to steady myself. He pulled his fingers out... sucked them clean like he was tasting something sweet... then kissed me again like nothing happened.

We walked back to the table like everything was normal. But I was still throbbing. Still wet. He leaned over and whispered, “I’m not done with you tonight...”

And trust me... he wasn’t. We barely made it to his place before he had me bent over the couch. Three rounds later... my legs were still shaking the next morning