Can You Accidentally Catch A Body?

 Hey folks, 

Just got to my last destination of 2020, and since I am higher than a kite right now, now's a good time to write about how I accidentally caught my last two bodies. Starting with the first one. 

You guessed it, I met her on Tinder, and seeing as she was down to cuddle and watch anime, we made plans to do so before she left for back home, since our school closed down before thanksgiving. And she was also just down the hall, so it was very convenient. 

One night, as I was smoking with a friend of mine late at night, she hits me up as we're just about to leave the park, and I get awfully excited. It's been a minute since I've had some non-sexual intimacy with someone, and honestly, it was nice...until we ended up having sex. 

We were attempting to watch Cowboy Bebop and cuddle, but barely got through one episode before she started feeling up on me and we made out quite passionately, which I didn't mind. Next thing you know, my clothes were coming off (I don't really know why her clothes never came off to be honest) and she was pleasing me as if we were going to die tomorrow. Let me note one thing: It was nice being a bottom for the first time in a long time--and really, just having lesbian sex for the first time in months. But then I remember how intense some women fuck, especially if they're a switch. SO we did the did the deed for like 2 hours (mind you it was like 12am when she came over) and...good lord. I sure did miss having lesbian sex. The energy before, during, and after intercourse was UNMATCHED. Low-key considered renouncing my bisexuality for a good minute...but sex with men is too nice to give up. 

Anyways, afterwards we cuddled for a bit, but then we had to part ways since we had class tomorrow. But she left me with a kiss, which is always nice. We didn't really hook up again after that night, but it was for the best, because she fucked me so roughly that everything down there was hurting for a good amount of days, but thankfully I recovered quick. 

Funnily enough, this was the first time in a while where I didn't feel terrible after a one-night stand. It was nice, so what did I have to feel bad about? I just fell asleep after she left, and slept like a fucking baby.

That's all for today, folks. Check back later for the last time I had sex in my tiny dorm, and really, the last one-night stand for a while. 

Stay safe out there, y'all. The pandemic isn't over just because you're over it. 

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