As I sit here sippin’ on my Riesling, I receive a drunk text from a potential boo. I already know where it’s going, so I figure “You know what? You can wait.” … and then it hit me. Homeboy is drunk at a spot somewhere, lookin’ for some lovin’, and I ain’t mad at him. I know damn well that if the roles were reversed, I’d be doing the exact same thing.
That text, however, took me back to life circa 2005, when I was probably at my rowdiest/most wreckless (we all know those years are always the most fun). Specifically, it took me back to my first hook up at a club. Such a vivid memory. I was at the 40/40 Club in NYC (yup, I did the damn thing at Jay Z’s club) and was chillin’ w my boo at the time and our friends. I was wearing a pretty blue halter top dress: halter’s were my fave.
Henny was flowin‘, music was BUMPIN’.. and this little Dirty Diva was drunk and raunchy. I headed over to the little ladies room, only to realize that the little ladies room was a little “peoples” room. I don’t think a light bulb has ever gone off so quickly in my head while drunk. I practically ran back to my boo, grabbed his hand and headed towards the back of the club REAL QUICK.
The adrenaline rush was extreme as my lover was hitting me from the back. Quick, quiet and hard, just how I like it. I could feel him so deep; so intense as he grabbed my neck and put just enough pressure on it to make me gasp out loud and make my nipples harden to their full potential. The shadows of the people walking in front of our stall turned me on in a way I didn’t deem imaginable at the time.
It was quite a challenge to fuck in that stall that was only meant for one person, but shit did we make that work. To this day I will always say that a quickie never felt so good like it did that night. Having him sneak out of that stall with my thong in his jeans pocket, and having me sneak out immediately after without anyone noticing a damn thing was pure perfection.
We went back to our table, drank some more Henny, and ended that night with a memory that neither him nor I will EVER forget.
– The Dirty Diva