Strangers With Benefits

Audrey Rose Mariano and Adi Miguel

March 8, 2016

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  Is it weird to wake up in an unfamiliar room, embraced by an unfamiliar arm from an unfamiliar being? How far can we go to satisfy our thirst for a touch that can start a fire we never knew existed?

  This guy and I frequently meet since our encounter in a crowded bar somewhere in Makati. We were both alone when our paths crossed; we talked and we clicked.

  None of us introduced ourselves but we kept on talking and laughing at how lonely we were that time. He recently lost his cheating girlfriend and I was just feeling alone. I was with my friends that night we met but I parted ways with them because they had their own thing and I have none.

  We talked and talked while drinking until we were drunk. For our last drink, the bartender entertained us with his flaring until he accidentally missed to catch the bottle. Quickly, there I was, bathed with liquor. We laughed it off, of course. I told him that I’ll be off to home and that it was nice meeting him but he stopped me. I was really wet and stinking from the smell of the alcohol.

  He offered his pad for a place to stay since it was already 2:00 in the morning. I knew that I was wobbly while walking and I surely won’t be able to make it home, so I agreed. It was near the club and a very nice place.

  He left me sitting on his couch and handed me a fresh boxer shorts and shirt. My head was starting to spin so stayed still. I changed into his clothes and he offered me a sleep in his bed. He crawled beside me and then put a pillow between us.

  I was feeling hot from all the alcohol we consumed and I can sense that he was too. We found ourselves staring to each other. My mind was creatively wild that night that I didn’t realize that we were already making out.

  He started to caress my very back and it was giving me giggles. And instead of pulling off from him, it makes me come closer to him. I hugged him back, making sure that I am attached to his very skin. And even if we reciprocate each others’ moves, he’s so good in foreplay that I’m in love with it.

  He went over me and I was trying to predict what will he do but told me to close my eyes. When I did, I felt all of him inside me. He wants hardcore. So hard that I scratched his arms and moaned so hard. The pain was bitter sweet. Every time that he thrusts I feel like we’re already having the next round.

  We were both catching our breath when he pulled off. Something sensual stirred inside me and I don’t know how to stop it. Mind you, that wasn’t my first, but I was in a relationship when I did it. This person in front of me was foreign from head to toe. That time, it was my first time to sleep with someone who I completely do not know.

  His touch sends electricity all over my body. I was burning with the new found passion.

  We did it until we both fell asleep. I woke up with a headache and body pain. What we did was wicked and exciting. After that, I left my number on his side table and left. He called me after that night and we would hanged out and had sex but we never introduced each other. I don’t know why either, but it makes our relationship—or whatever we have right now, more exciting.

  (EDITOR’S NOTE: The story is fictional and a product of imagination. Any story similar to it is a total coincidence.)

   

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