Jon,
Your story moved me in ways I hadn't expected... And in ways I never want to be moved again. ;-D
I don't have too many bad sex stories, luck or choice is to blame, just has been rather smooth sailing, but here's a date that I went on a few years back that certainly rates a mention...
I am part of a writing group that meets weekly and one afternoon, we had a friend of a member join in our literary farce. She presented some of her work, as we all do, and was quite pleasant during the entire session, which I commented on when I gave her my number as we all parted ways.
Fast forward a week and we had arranged to meet for drinks. I arrived at the agreed destination at the scheduled time and found an half empty bottle of white wine infront of my date. Before we left the venue, she had consumed two entire bottles on her own, in between some altogether entertaining conversation, most of which she did not mean to be taken so comically I'm sure.
At this time, I agreed to take her home, although purely to ensure she made it safely there since she had insisted she could drive herself home. Upon arriving at her house, she promptly asked me to come inside, which I declined to do. She become increasing desperate in her repeated requests, finally citing the true motivation....
"You have to come in and meet my mother..."
A tad presumptuous I stated in response....
"No, you have to, since I've told her I'm travelling to Bali with you... I'm going alone and I didn't want her to worry"
Needless to say, there was no second date.
I know its sans the lovely imagery of other's posts, but damnit if it still doesn't make me laugh thinking about it.
Matt
