I met D for that drink which morphed into a dvd in his apartment, which morphed into 3 bottles of wine and a beer, which morphed into my own demise from my classy facade to a hammered slut.
He was the gentleman. I left unsatisfied....the humiliation didn't creep in until morning.
He kissed me when he walked me home. But ignored my offer to come up and my offer after that.
A phone call this morning told me that he would never have slept with me on a first date. That he has more respect for me than that. That he wants to "do it again sometime".
I presume he knows that I would have happily fucked him in an alley on the way home. That I was desperately horny and worked up.
Of all the men in my life right now he's the one left me wanting more.
Not a slut. A girl making up some time after a 3 year relationship.
Somewhere during that 3 year ellipsis a large handful of men had their balls lanced off.