My dear friend Caroline's been to see some of her family in another town and since she left on Wednesday already and I was desperate for a drink I went to see my flatmate who decided to join my arseholisation. Later I received a text from a schoolmate whether I was going to Kilian's and that seemed like a brilliant idea so I did that. I was already pretty legless when I arrived there, I kept spilling my drink on my mate but I still got chatted up by a tall and fit looking bloke who turned out to be Dutch too! So I showed off my brilliant Dutch language-skills and got gradually more and more shit-faced. The Dutch bloke was there on business (I forgot what) with a bunch of colleagues (mostly Dutch and Flemish), and somehow at some point (again, hazy recollection) I found myself in a taxi with him, heading for the Feringapark Hotel (my first time there, very nice hotel, can only recommend) where he was staying. I had told him beforehand that I wouldn't have sex with him, I'd only give him a blowjob, and he seemed perfectly fine with that.
We got to the hotel, went up to the room, and it wasn't long before he stripped off and I copied him. Getting into the massive bed, he already had a big hard-on which I unhesitatingly clasped with my hand and mouth. It didn't take all too many strokes before hot come gushed into my mouth and down my fingers. After having cleaned up I went to lie in bed next to my latest Dutch 'conquest' and was already dozing off when he told me in Dutch (which took some time to sink in because I was so pissed) that he didn't want me to stay over after all because he had pangs of conscience since he was married. That a was a bit rich I thought and also kind of hurtful but I got up and dressed, accepted a fifty for a taxi, suggested he delete my phone number and left. Outside the hotel I rummaged in my bag, for the second time in search of the pack of cigarettes that had gone empty already before I went to Kilian's, when my phone started ringing and it was him, saying I'd left my jewellery behind. So he came down and returned it to me, I was so grateful (the jewellery in question was two Tiffany bracelets I would not have liked to have lost) and he asked the desk to call me a taxi and waited with me until it arrived. That was pretty decent of him in the end, and neither am I distraught about the fact that the taxi fare was less than half the money he gave me, but still.....I still think that guys should make up their mind about cheating - I'm always the other girl, and I'm absolutely fine with that. But I have feelings too, and it's not exactly corking when the guy you just sucked off asks you to shag off.
