I'm [M] 35 years old, and for the first time in my life, I went home with someone [F] I met at a party

Not that I'm 'not that kind of girl,' I just hardly ever meet dates in the wild; I'm more of an app guy. But sometimes the stars align...

I was visiting NYC yesterday to see an immersive theater experience called Life and Trust. Jen (an ex of mine I'm still friends with) and I took acid beforehand and it was phenomenal. It would have been a great day if that's all we did, but Jen invited me to her friend's party afterwards. It was a disco-themed party, so I wore a patterned shirt with chains dangling in my chest hair. We met up with one of her friends named Carrie and walked to the house. Carrie was wearing a very trippy patterned pair of pants, a bright pink blazer, and a v-neck top underneath it. She looked amazing. But considering I was only in town for another night and I was on acid, I wasn't initially trying to hit on her or anything. But she was one of two people I knew before arriving at the party, and she has a pretty face, so I kind of stuck around her orbit for a good amount of the night.

And "pretty face" is underselling it a bit. She's a knockout. Dark brown hair and eyes, porcelain skin with several tattoos, and these small lips that make her smiles adorable. I learned later she used to be a gymnast, and still has that kind of frame (and flexibility...). She's in her mid-twenties, as were most of the people there besides me and Jen.

We played flip cup with a bunch of people, but once that was over, she asked me to be her beer pong partner. We were on fire. Calling our shots, blocking bounces, truly just killing it. That gave us good reason to talk more and be pretty close to one another, not to mention the post-win hugs. I felt a good vibe, but again, I was leaving town the next day so I didn't really think of pursuing it.

We then migrated to the dance floor, and I was just drunk enough to really slay. She later said she saw me "dancing like a lil hoe" (which I thought was hilarious) and that's when she decided to make her move. She started dancing with me and putting my hands on her hips. That turned into making out pretty heavily against the wall, at which point she asked me to come home with her. Although I had planned to crash on Jen's couch, of course I said yes.

She said she was going to talk to Jen, who apparently not only gave her her blessing, but put in a good word for me-- bless her. She kept making comments about how her pussy was going to ruin my life and how I wasn't going to be able to function afterwards, but I jabbed back with how she wouldn't even see my dick until she had made a mess on her bed. By the time the uber arrived at her place, we were making out furiously.

We went straight to her bedroom. At this point, she started to taunt me about how I was going to worship her. Telling me that she wasn't even sure I deserved to see her naked. As much as I wanted to prove her wrong with nothing more than my actions, I called timeout. I made sure she was doing what I thought she was doing-- taunting me until I got fed up and overpowered her. Considering this was our first time together, I didn't want to misread any signals, so I asked her directly and she admitted she was indeed being bratty so that I'd get pissed and take control. We discussed boundaries and safewords before we got back to business.

Now, each barb directed at me resulted in a slap across her face. I held down her slender wrists above her head and explored her body with my hand. Every chance she got, she'd struggle and try to wrestle me. She was trying to pin me down, but I have a good 6 inches of height and probably 60 lbs of weight on her, so that wasn't going to happen. She got some scratches in, even spit at me a couple of times, but I gave her a vicious spanking and choked her thoroughly until she was compliantly calling me Daddy.

At this point, I finally got to go down on her. Not just with my mouth, though, but with my fingers too. She was bleating like an animal, writhing and squirming. I paused for a second to make sure she was ok, which she was, before I continued. I started fingering her g spot hard. She was completely overwhelmed with pleasure at this point, and was violently trying to get away. I pinned her down and kept going until she squirted for me. She made a mess on the sheets, just like I had told her she would. When it seemed like it was getting to be too much for her, even though she hadn't safeworded, I stopped.

She then began crying. I cuddled her and told her it was ok, and she held me tight for the better part of a minute while she was still shaking. She told me she'd never cum like that before and hadn't ever squirted either. She said it was super intense, but she loved it. Music to my ears. So I did it again.

She made another section of the sheets wet, and cried again after her next orgasm. At this point, she told me she wanted to return the favor. Unfortunately, while lsd is a lovely drug, it's also a vasoconstrictor-- basically the opposite of what viagra (a vasodilator) is. So although I would have loved to have piv sex, that just wasn't in the cards. I explained this to her and assured her that it had nothing to do with my arousal or interest. We got water, debriefed about the intense play we had just engaged in, and started making moves to get to sleep.

Right before we did, however, I remember she was on my lap as I was sitting up in bed. The room was lit only by the streetlights outside. We were listening to music. A song I had never heard, called "Lover, Please Stay" by a band I'd never hear of, Nothing But Thieves. She was looking at me and singing along. Not just looking at me, but smoldering at me. And god, her voice. I was totally floored by it, and deeply, deeply entranced. When the song ended, I was damn near in tears, and we embraced. I know that part isn't really the kind of smut usually on gws, but it's something that I can't stop thinking about, and part of why I write these stories is so that I can better remember these nights in the future.

We did fuck the next morning, however, so that was nice.

While writing this, I got a message from her that was very sweet, that I'd like to share here: "thanks again for an intensely ravaging & fulfilling experience. you checked off a fantasy for me and you did so very respectfully and intentionally, i can't say ive had much luck with that in the past. i felt safe doing that with you so thank you alex 🫶😊"