That Time I Had My First One-Night-Stand

You only need one night to change your life

This article is rated: optimistic. Best read when facing a crisis centred around gossip and assumptions. Fiction level — how true the story is/close to actual events (out of 5): ⭐⭐⭐ ⭐⭐

Warning: Slut Assumptions Ahead

I didn’t think the Kingdom allowed one-night stands. Those who indulged in one-night stands ‘had to be a slut’. If not, they were descending into slut-hood, or wishing to be an unwed-pregnant-slut. Either way, you were a slut.

It Could Have Happened Any Night, But It Happened On This One

The night started very much like every night out with the girls. We were at my house for pre-drinks; consuming as much vodka or champagne possible. We piled into a taxi and hoped we could hold our pee until we arrived at the club.

And Then There Was Eddie

The details of meeting Eddie, my one night exploit, are blurry at best.

So How Good Was The Sex?

I have no idea. I don’t remember the specifics of sleeping with Eddie. I know it wasn’t bad, because I always remember the disasters. And the mind-blowing, can’t-walk-I’m-so-satisfied sex no one forgets.

And Did I End Up A Slut?

Well, the entire Private School Kingdom knew I went home with Eddie. And all seemed to put the pieces together with no clarification from me. There were questions, a lot of them, and assumptions that I would go home with every guy I met for years to come.

Relationships. Drama. Gossip. Innuendo. Bad Dates. Failures. Learning about life/business/love the hard way//

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