Has anyone else gone to someone's house purely as a one night stand then turn into more? I met this guy on Friday purely for a fuck then ended up spending the whole weekend at his..

 

I did the same thing. Met a girl at a bar. We went to my place for some fun then we just chilled all weekend. It actually was a lot of fun

 

Yes I have we fucked all night long and then ended up the whole weekend together but having sex was mainly what we did all over the house

 

I did! Many years ago! Purely a one night stand that might have become more permanent if I hadn't been moving 4 hours away in the next week. 31 yrs later she looks fantastic!

 

same here, I picked up a girl at a party,we hit it off real good she came home with me and had sex,it was so good, we kep going the weekend too. she had to go for her work, but it was fun while it lasted.

 

What???

 

It happened to me. A night became a weekend. a weekend became a week.
A week became 2 weeks in Mexico. We were still having fun when her husband called asking her where was she when he came home from working off shore.
Told her he had just bought a new rifle. Party time was over. The next day I let her out about a block from her house and haven't seen her since then.

 

I had a dirty weekend that turned into a marriage!

Thinskin

 

Went for a weekend of fun. Been seven years now.

 

That's how I met my wife. Supposed to be a one time thing now we have been married 10 years.

 

Yup, thats how I met one of my ex's. Was just a one night stand of kinky like minded people, turned into a next weekend, turned into more frequent, and then dating..

 

To be honest, I'm not sure what my intentions were when I first got involved with him. It started out with me teasing him sexually. He was a virgin. That went on for quite a while and then one day we had sex. Like I said, I'm not sure what my intentions were, actually, I don't believe that I gave it much thought, it just sort of happened, finally. I do know that I never intended for it to go on for as long as it has, or get as serious as it has. It's gotten tooooooooo serious.

 

Toooooooooooo serious? Just back away. Become unavailable. No big final statements. Gradually become uncommunicative.

 

Actually had a girl come over one random morning after I had broken up with an ex. She's been a fwb every since. we still sext even though we both are in different relationships.

 

Simply because I like telling it For those who have attention span problems, you can jump down to "The Sex."
(p.s.: Due to the weekend it took me a few days to generate this, so sorry if it repeats or is missing aspects)

Only one time just a little over 22 years ago, just like every Sunday morning around 4AM, I locked up the house as most of the gals went home, and the couple of gals that would stay through Sunday and I caught around four hours of sleep. By roughly 9AM, I was on the road to ride approximately 100 miles away as was my custom where ever I was at to have my one night a week off (of which I only did as it prevented a lot of trouble with churches and so on).

Understand at the time I considered myself to be a rather dead set butchy lesbian that only had sex with men for money. Furthermore, I firmly believed that I hated absolutely everyone (though really just hated myself), men and women alike having zero intention of ever being in a relationship with a woman, let alone a man. So I dressed in my usual, men's white boxers, a men's white t-shirt, my ratty old jeans, cowboy boots and leather jacket, packed my pistol, box-cutter, a wad of money, a bar of soap, brush, toothpaste and brush, and a clean pair of clothes exactly like what I was wearing, my varied pharmaceuticals... Stuck it on my bike (motorcycle) and off I went.

When I arrived at the motel I always stayed at, even though in a nice town on a beautiful summer day, I did like I always would. I'd strip down, put all of my stuff under a shelf like thing they had in the room to hide it (paranoid much?), took a valium and a sleeping pill, jilled-off, and hoped I would pass out before I started rehashing in exacting detail the last 30 years of my life like I did constantly when not working.

Finally getting up around 6PM, I took my shower, did a couple healthy bumps of coke to wake me up, took a light speeder to keep me up, and a valium to take the edge off of that, got dressed and walked to the Waffle House to eat. Then walked to the package store to buy a pint of Crown, then back to the room to stew, jill-off and bide my time till the bars opened (they'd open at 7-8, I didn't like getting there until 10 or later).

The reason I jilled off so much is that I hoped that my own urges would be quenched in that with me, booze and women who seemed to gravitate to me simply because I didn't want them around was always a bad combination. It rarely worked, but it worked well enough that if they didn't pressure me, then I would be fine, except for once back to my room I'd beat myself up for never being able to form even a friendship, let alone a close relationship.

In any case, round about 8:30 I was getting anxious to get out of my room (I had never watched TV in that it was to confusing for me not understanding what was going on), so I decided to hit the straight bar that was right next to the motel, have a couple drinks and then go back to my room, get what dope I'd want for the bar and ride over there. With only a few places open in town on Sundays, it was already relatively full, and instantly the same old trouble started.

First off the pointing, dirty looks and whispers began from various gals there. Then the guys joined in though if with other guys you could tell their topics were vulgar, and if with gals naturally they'd run me down even harder to try and show them that they would never associate with trash like me either, and that goes double for those guys that had been guests at the strip clubs, massage parlors and brothels I had worked in the area. Finally, none of the waitresses would serve me, and whenever someone be they a guy or gal would try to talk to me they'd run right over to them and tell them point blank they should avoid me in that "she (I) was a whore."

So I'd go up to the bar to get my own drinks, yet when the waitresses three times tried to tell me the owner or manager wanted me to leave I'd just horse laugh them knowing both and the bouncers all too well, and once the band started I figured I'd piss them off even more by kicking off my boots and leaving them on my seat when I'd go dance (by myself) in that they knew not to touch them (one had about a year before), and it irked them that I'd flaunt that I could do any damn thing I wanted.

After a couple drinks and while dancing I noted this one guy who kept watching me. Skinny/lean guy, good looking, perhaps too good looking, and about average height, dressed nicer than most and sitting with a really big guy who definitely looked dangerous. So, having never seen them before I assumed from how the skinny guy kept talking to the big guy, the big guy just nodding and constantly scanning the room, that maybe they were a gay couple new in town.

After another dance by myself, suddenly the lean guy got up, and with a wry grin walked right over to me and said flat out "I really love that 'do'" nodding to my boy cut hair and then said "and I'm loving the way you dance, how about dancing one with me?"

You would have had to of heard him, looked at the cocky expression on his face, and even seen his posture to understand that he looked and acted like he had some secret. That secret being that he owned the world or some such. In any case, I just figured that it was some of that gay bottom flamboyance and confidence in that his boyfriend could take out the bar, yet to be frank I was flat out stunned that someone would ask me to dance.

So I told him no thanks, I was going to be leaving soon. To that he just said "well then you had better dance with me now," but I said no thanks again that I didn't like the song, but maybe later. So he went back to his table making it a point to look back at me halfway and give me a naughty little smile.

Ah, so that was it. He knew who I was and was just fucking with me. Almost instantly however one of the waitresses rushed to him, and it was obvious that she was warning him about me to which he didn't seem to care though looked as though he was being polite. In no more than a minute, back comes the waitress with a second one who in that walk undid another button on her top. It was then obvious that the second waitress had agreed to try and redirect his interest to her, and to both of them, plus another (in that for the rest of the night would try dragging him off here or there, wherein he would be polite, yet clearly wasn't interested, and they were all very pretty).

What was also obvious was that he asked them to take me a drink to which they refused and explained, and he just looked to his buddy and laughed as he instantly got up and walked to the bar then directly to me with a drink in his hand.

Again you would have had to of seen it, but on his way to me a couple of the local rednecks tried blocking his way and bullying him, no doubt due to the way he was dressed. Instantly he took on an expression of absolute confidence and zero fear even though these guys were both a lot bigger than him and I know how those two like to fight. With that he leaned in and whatever he said cause the one guy to instantly lose all steam, and even though he could have walked through them, when he clearly said "excuse me" and then smirking glared at them, they both oddly backed out of his way (which was not these two's style).

What surprised me is I expected him to give a nod to his boyfriend as a threat at the most, yet he moved around in there like he was the one protecting the big guy with absolute confidence. Finally getting to me (which surprised me that he was bringing me a drink), he just said to me "give me a nod when you need another so maybe you'll stay long enough so I can get that dance."

He didn't even wait for an answer instantly walking back to his table, and when stopped by a gal sitting a few tables over, very obviously warning him about me he just laughed at her and went on, and when he got back to his table he didn't even tell his boyfriend about the two guys. They just sat there with the skinny guy talking and the other nodding and looking where ever he gestured to and so on. It was all so strange to me.

In any case, the guy clearly didn't belong there yet he had an air about him like nothing in this place concerned him in the slightest, though had started to become irritated with the waitresses. I also didn't get that "bad" vibe from him like he was some dealer, or mob or whatever, and he clearly wasn't from around there due to his lack of a southern accent. So, I just had to find out what was up with this guy, and besides that he kept glancing to me clearly fixated on me and no one else though the room was packed with all kinds of hot women.

Bluntly, I thought his deal was that him and his gay buddy at first thought I was a guy, yet upon finding out that I was a girl still figured that I looked "guy enough" for them. So I drank my drink down, and walked right across the dance floor to his table and told him I'd dance the next one with him, yet then I needed to go. So out on the floor we went.

He was actually an exceptional dancer. Better than most of the women there, certainly better than me, and besides the fact that only 1:5 guys in that bar ever danced, when they did they'd do it that redneck way, all stiff and bored looking. So it was obvious, this guy had to be gay, and didn't seem have a care in the world.

When the song was over he just leaned in and said "have one more dance with me, then you can go." The whole while he just stared at me as though fascinated, like he enjoyed watching my clod-hopping, and really seemed to be having fun. So two dances turned into four and when a slow one came on I needed a break (or more blow which was up in my room), I didn't want to be in that position dancing with a guy, and with that he asked me to join them to which I agreed to simply figure them out.

Back at his table, he offered me his chair and then excused himself without another word said. With that he walked across the dance floor directly to my table and grabbed my chair with my boots on it and another one, and walked back putting them both at his table. With that he introduced himself, and Bob (real name), I told him my name was "Nikki" (my working name) and he excused himself again to fetch all three of us drinks.

Bob barely talked, yet when I tried to converse with him he was very polite, yet he clearly had some issues (like lack of fear, lack of emotions, you get the picture). In a couple of minutes the other guy was back with our drinks and I noticed that again the waitresses tried redirecting his attention, and one even followed him stating how they needed those chairs back at the other table. With that he stood up, nodded to Bob who did the same, and with a cocky smirk slid them toward her wherein she stated that she needed mine and the one with my boots, not theirs.

His response was simple. "That won't be happening. Bob, bring the manager over." Without blinking Bob went to find out who that was, and instantly the waitress leaned in even so I could hear and told him point blank that I was a hooker, a prostitute, and that if he wanted to meet some nice girls those waitresses really wanted to meet him (which I doubt in that they didn't know him, so it was about keeping me shunned). He just smiled and nodded, and when Bob returned with the manager the first words out of his mouth were "Nikki, are the waitresses giving you trouble again?"

I didn't even get a chance to answer as the lean guy walked up to the manager and whispered a few things, and though the waitresses would hit on him for the rest of the time, they never came back to the table. Anywho, we drank, talked, he and I danced some more, and then he slow danced me a couple which I never did with guys, and toward the end of the third time we slow danced he started to lean in to kiss me yet waited until I indicated that it was okay (which I never kissed men) and he kissed so well that I was positive. He had to be gay.

About that time they turned up the lights a little as they did between band sets, and that's when I said I should go. He asked how he could get in touch with me, so I just said "well why don't you go with me?" He said "okay" and asked if I had a car, when I said "no" he simply told Bob to walk back to their hotel (because he was driving an older Corvette, and the hotel was just across the highway it turned out).

Again the waitress tried pulling him off me when she saw we were leaving together and he just blew her off, and once out the door he asked "where we were going," and that's when a whole lot of thoughts hit me.

First off, I didn't like men at all, and arrogant men I had little use for. However, this guy just seemed to exude a humble confidence though not out of blind ignorance, yet seemingly very in tune with his surroundings, other people and being able to deal with them through words and expressions that connected with them. Finally in that regard, that he knew what he wanted, did not concern himself with what others thought about his decisions (and I mean why? They don't have to live with the choices), and that nothing was going to scare him off from doing what he wanted to do.

Though he had kissed me (which really blew my ears back. I'm not very malleable, yet it definitely made my knees weak), I still figured he was gay, and I have had gay men in the past both try and romance me, and have sex with me, yet you could tell the difference. Lastly, he had focused upon me 100% as though he could not take his eyes off of me, and more so was totally fascinated with me. So, he did make me feel rather special, and it seemed very genuine, not like an act.

I had intended on taking him to the gay bar I always went to where I figured he'd out himself, and then I could just go about my business, yet then he looked at me again with a passionate look, lifted up his chin as though hinting for me to do the same and said "well how about you give me another kiss while you think about it?" And then kissed me again even more intently.

Fuck it, now I had to find out so I said "how about we go back to your hotel?"

With that he just said "okay" and in three minutes, he was getting us a new room (which I was a little concerned about being in the same room with them both, so that relieved me).

The Sex...

Frankly I was very nervous for a lot of reasons. Nervous like I would be meeting a new client. Nervous in that this was a whole new thing to me, being picked up like a normal person. I was concerned that this was just an exploration by him into being straight, which could have questionable results, some guys even getting angry, and finally his boyfriend flat out scared me. Oh, and I had forgot all of my dope back in my room which I was very used to having to keep me where I wanted to be.

Never the less, up we went and once in the room when he didn't just jump me like a lot of guys would, he was clearly letting me decide what would happen and when, and so I tried that "kissing thing" (hehe) once again. Well, he melted me right down to a nubbin, but he just kept on kissing so I finally pulled his shirt off. Nicely ripped he was still lean yet cut, so since he wasn't pressuring me I pulled off my t-shirt noting that I was cut too, and it is then that he finally laid me back on the bed.

He spent a LOT of time just kissing me, rubbing his thigh across my jean covered cunnie, touching my chest and belly, and...

Here I have to toss something else in. I did NOT have sex with men without condoms in that it was always work except one wild night at a gay bar I have posted about on this site. Female clients I even used protection, though not so much when playing with gals. The thought of using one didn't even cross my mind as my head was swimming (and he had ramifications from this as well as I'll tell later).

It took him about a half an hour to get down to my beltline, naturally touching me all over and through my jeans, at which point I'm all for this and want to find out what this guy is made of, as frankly, I figured I'd grudge fuck him into a moron, learning why he should have listened to those waitresses.

Finally! He slips down my pants and boxers never saying a word about them till later (that he thought they were sexy for a gal to wear them), and kissing up my inner thighs was clearly going to go down on me. Great, fine, whatever. I've been eaten by some pretty skilled gals and was 100x better than them at it... It took me all of about two minutes and I came so hard I thought I was going to blackout. Then he did it again, and again, four times in all, and he definitely had skills like I've never experienced before or since.

So now I'm laying there eaten into the moron I was going to make him, and it's there I figured this would all end in that a lot of gay guys test the waters a little, then call it good. The next thing I know he's laying with his belly on my coochie still softly pressing with it, and he asks me (his tone) "I want to feel inside of you?"

I couldn't even speak yet still catching my breath, so I nodded, and out of view down went his pants as he slowly slid up and then... HOLY FUCK! Where'd that thing come from?!

Most big guys move like their size alone is enough. He moved like a guy who had nothing but skills to use and fucked me for a solid half hour nice and slow without cumming, a whole bunch of orgasms by me, and when he asked again, "I want to cum inside of you" all I could say was "oh gawd yes!"

Right after he came he went right back to touching me, kissing me, and five minutes into that I realize he's still hard! So I asked him if he "could cum in me again?" At which point he instantly began moving to make himself cum yet also make me pop off a couple more, and in probably a couple minutes he pumped out another load, then right back to keeping it going.

Well I needed a break, I couldn't take cumming anymore. So I slid out from under him, rolled him over and began sucking his cock wanting to see it, and I figured if I was going to prove my point, I better get at it as I was losing this contest badly. After a couple minutes sucking his cock, I did something I rarely do and stopped long enough to say "cum in my mouth" figuring he was spent. Another minute and wham he came again (though volume wise nothing like that which was already running down my thighs.

Finally he began to soften a little, about half way. So after about five minutes of passionate touching and kissing, back down he went to eat me again, and it is that point things changed.

He'd make me cum, and as he'd start to go for another multiple I'd stop him and either roll him over and fuck him (which was a bad plan in that I'd cum again) or blow him, then he'd do me, then me him. We just naturally flowed into countless positions, cum, pussy juice and sweat everywhere and he never batted an eye like it didn't matter either way, didn't turn him on, but didn't turn him off, and we literally (I remember glancing at the clock), had ended up making love from about 11:00-12:00PM to 7:00-8:00 in the morning.

I was a fucking wreck. Never in my life had I been made to cum so much. Never been eaten so well, touched so well to orgasm, or fucked so well, and the only thing we didn't do was anal. When I said "holy shit, look at the time, I have to get some sleep!" He just pulled me over onto him, pulled back the blankets on that side, and rolled us under them and cuddled me for a couple hours (though I couldn't sleep, and could tell he didn't).

Finally I told him I had to get going to make it to work, and barely able to walk like my legs like gumbies, he walked me out to his car, got my number and I told him that I just had to walk across the street wherein he said he'd be back around where I worked in two weeks.

Back to work, I didn't at the time know why I did it yet I made it a point to tell all of the girls about this guy, how he acted, looked, was built, the sex, all of it. I even mentioned how I didn't do any dope, and rode back to work un-bathed (which I'm a freak about keeping clean). Now I only brought it up once, yet they kept asking me about it which I just figured was their own curiosity, yet finally figured out they were just getting a laugh at how I acted.

That night, right when I was with a client (who he even asked what was up with me? To which I just said I got some rest), one of the gals knocked on my door (a big no-no unless there was trouble), and said I had a call that I needed to take from "my sister" (which I don't have). I ran out of the room buck nekkid and took the call in front of three clients waiting for other girls and a couple of other gals. Though he kept it brief, I was thrilled, and when he asked what were the best times to call each day after he would right on time.

Literally by the next day the gals were telling me I was in love. When I laughed it off having never known what that felt like, they then pointed out that I had been genuinely smiling which I never did, I had gone shopping for normal girl clothes not my boy clothes that morning, and that I hadn't drank or done any dope.

Anyway, 2-weeks came and I borrowed one of the gals apartments, and frankly by that time I was getting a little scared. So I know I was really off and cautious, we made love and it was just "ehh", and as we're sitting there he cut his finger on something. I don't know why I did it, but I grabbed his hand and put his finger in my mouth I guess to bleed out the wound and the look he gave me could have melted iron.

He just said one thing to me, "Nikki, I know it's soon, but I think I'm falling in love with you." I just couldn't help myself and said it too.

Two more weeks go by and he flies down alone to spend a few days with me (which I never took time off). However, I'm really nervous in that I don't lie, and I hadn't told him yet what I did for a living (kind of hoping he had believed the waitresses and would bring it up to me). More so, I'm thinking this all has to be some mistake, just waiting for the big let down, so sitting in his hotel bar I just said it like this.

Me: "I have something I need to tell you about me, something really bad."
Him (getting serious and really listening to me intently): "Okay, I'm listening."
Me: "I don't know how to say this, so I just will. I'm an escort."
Him: (just looked at me as though not understanding and still waiting for me to finish)
Me: "I said I'm an escort (more of a look of waiting for something from him) you know, a prostitute, I sleep with men for a living."
Him (still he looked confused): "Okay, and?"
Me: "No and, that's it."
After a long pause he asked as cool as a cucumber:
Him: "Well okay, but what's the bad thing?"

Yeah, that was some awesome weekend, I was really in love for the first time, and as far as this guy was concerned I could do no wrong.

During a couple more weeks of calls, he finally popped the question of "what would you think about me moving down there to live?" I knew he had a business though I wasn't sure what, and a solid life, yet again no details past his beliefs on ways of living, and here he is willing to upend his life to be with me. So I thought about it, and though it would be the first time for me not working, I decided to bring my life to a full stop, and totally change it, everything. That afternoon I suggested that I come up there instead, to which he asked about my business, and I told him I had already made some calls, it's sold if he still wanted me.

So, being the first time I had such feelings I simply at his offer to move in with him, I sold everything, packed up what fit on my bike (really only my money, clothes I wore, and pistol), and rode half the nation away to start life anew. It was really that simple. I cautiously committed to totally changing my life.

That was around 22 years ago, and people that don't know us still ask us if we're newlyweds.

I never knew what a normal life was. But I can tell you what it is like to live in Hell for 30 years, and a Heaven beyond imagination for 22. Many of you have asked me how I got past so many things. The answer is simple. His love, understanding, lack of judgment and lack of pressure... and we have yet to argue even once.

Hush....an alias

 

I did this a few times before i had a serious relationship. But you don't know what kind of person they really are for just a weekend. Especially since usually the whole weekend ends up being sex , sex and more sex. Maybe a few naps in between.

 

I did.. she's been here 32 years now.

 

I was her brother's buddy, she came in from work and I thought "I'm having some of that ". She saw me and thought" I'm having some of that" so later we had a lot. That was 50 years ago and we married 3 years later. We're both still having lots together.