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\u201cI\u2019m going to give you some nooky, so get ready,\u201d I teased Alex over the phone.<\/p>\n
He sighed with relief. Alex and I had been dating for three months, and I hadn\u2019t given him sex.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alex was a pro at oral sex, so I was good. Plus, I wasn\u2019t sure if I desired him as much as I should have. More of a friend than a lover, Alex wasn\u2019t rocking my world emotionally. Oh, but he had a glorious\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, I\u2019m going to get a hotel room,\u201d Alex replied eagerly, \u201cfor this weekend!\u201d That\u2019s because Alex, at 25, still lived with momma, and so did I.<\/p>\n
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We often fooled around\u00a0in stairwells and in the back of dark nightclubs. I just didn\u2019t feel comfortable going over to his mom\u2019s place, and mami would kill me if she knew I was getting oral sex from a man who wasn\u2019t my novio.<\/p>\n
\u201cWoah there, buddy, slow down,\u201d I wanted to say.<\/p>\n
Instead, I agreed to get freaky with Alex that very weekend.<\/p>\n
Penetration Day arrived, and I met Alex outside of his neighborhood bar at around 10 p.m. It didn\u2019t take long for him to hail a yellow cab.<\/p>\n
He asked the taxi driver to open the trunk. Before stuffing his duffel bag and my large tote in the back, Alex showed me what was inside: a jug of Carlo Rossi wine that cost him about $6.99. Classy.<\/p>\n
Once inside the cab, Alex called out the address of our hotel. He pulled me close to him to snuggle, and I stiffened up. \u201cAre you nervous?\u201d he asked. I shook my head. I was actually regretting this decision.<\/p>\n
Finally, in front of the hotel, I felt a case of deja vu. \u201cHave I been here before,\u201d I wondered. I shook off my gut feeling, and we walked inside toward the hotel concierge.<\/p>\n
Right at the front were the room rates \u2014 the per-hour room rates. In that instant, I knew why the hotel looked so familiar. My longtime ex, George, took me there once, and I refused to stay\u00a0\u2014\u00a0because it was a hotel for prostitutes.<\/p>\n
I looked at Alex who had already paid and had the room key in hand. He looked so happy, like a puppy who had his neutering reversed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe this room wouldn\u2019t be so bad,\u201d I convinced myself. I was wrong. The room was as grimy as I remembered.<\/p>\n
The sheets were yellowish, and I was afraid there would be bed bugs. The only light came from two dim lamps, probably to hide cum stains.<\/p>\n
I was disgusted. I was appalled.\u00a0I wanted out, dammit!<\/p>\n
Yet, I said nothing to Alex. I stayed at the hooker motel with him,\u00a0chugged most of the cheap wine, and had sex with Alex just like he hoped I would.<\/p>\n
Why? Because I didn\u2019t want to upset him. Because we were already there.
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Because I didn\u2019t think I deserved more than what was being offered\u00a0\u2014 and he had a very convincing tongue.<\/p>\n
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