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I was feeling pretty buzzed by the time I slipped on my sandals. Passing the mirror as I was walking out, I stopped and adjust myself, so I wasn’t popping out all night. I really was feeling sexy. Apparently, so did many of the male guests. I could feel the stares ebony gay as I passed through the lobby. I caught a cab and headed off to a side ebony gay of the island that Vanessa didn’t really hang out at. I ended up dancing for hours at this really cool club. They were playing some ebony gay really sexy, island music. Men were hitting on me all ebony gay night. Buying me drinks, asking to dance. I loved the attention. Four years of dating one guy, I never had experienced this. The feelings of other guys wanting me, treating me like royalty – it was hot. I was on the dance floor, dancing with this really ebony gay cute, dark skinned guy. He was behind me, grinding his hips into my ass ebony gay. I grinded back into him, trying to feel ebony gay his hard-on poke at my butt. Another guy worked his way through the crowded dance floor and danced in front of me. He got closer and closer as the bass thumped on. He now had his knee between my crotch, working his hips in circles. I could feel his hard dick poking ebony gay at my thigh and at my pelvis. The heat was building, sandwiched between these two guys. I was covered, not only by my own, perspiration, but by their sweat as well. I worked my way out of their grasp. One guy tried to keep me there for another song, but I ebony gay needed another drink. I reached the bar and drank another drink with rum in it. I was so desperate for a cold drink; I just gulped it down. The alcohol hit me as soon as I slammed the glass down. I felt really tipsy and needed to go outside for some air. I kind of felt nauseous and decided to get a cab back before I got sick here ebony gay. I made my way into the cab and told the driver to take me back to the hotel. The alcohol was really settling in as my drunk was intensifying by the minute. I got really woozy and could barely keep my eyes open. The driver kept looking back at me asking if I was okay, or at least I think that’s what he was asking. I eventually did pass out, for what seemed like only a second. When I woke up, the driver was trying to help me out of the car. He was a small man, not much bigger than me, trying to help me out of the cab. He got me out and on my feet. He sat me down on the bench in front of the hotel entrance.

“Forty dollars, please” the cabbie asked, in his West Indian accent. I reached to my side for my purse, but it was gone. I got up in a panic, feeling a sudden boost of adrenaline, but still drunk as hell. “Oh my god, my purse.” I ran ebony gay back to the cab to see if it was in the back seat. I fumbled through the ebony gay back of the car and found nothing. I was really panicking now, crying, and not making any sense. “Lady, settle down, your purse is ebony gay not in there. Come now, get ebony gay out of my car!” the driver said, rudely. I was totally dramatic. But how could you blame me. I was completely wasted, I lost my purse and this guy was being an asshole about the situation. I just lost it right there. I dropped to my knees and began crying. Looking back, I ebony gay think about that poor cab driver having to deal with me. He just wanted to get paid and here he was ebony gay with me at his feet, crying hysterically. “Hey, hey. What’s the problem?” It was a familiar voice. I looked up and saw a dark, looming figure. I couldn’t make out who it was as my eyes were full of tears, crying even harder than I had when I received Vanessa’s tongue lashing. Only when the figure stepped into the light, did I recognize the face. It was Vincent. He handed the cabbie some money and offered his heavy hand to me. I reached up ebony gay and he helped me to my feet. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” he asked. I couldn’t answer. I was so physically and emotionally drained from the evening and from the ebony gay past 2 months. “Don’t worry, everything will be ok.” Vincent comforted me. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. He was extremely gentle for being so large. My head ebony gay rested against his body as ebony gay he walked me into the hotel entrance. We walked in unnoticed, as the lobby was empty at 1 ebony gay:30am. We took the elevator up. Vincent squeezed me tighter, and told me not to worry. I took in the scent of his cologne and exhaled slowly. His aroma and warmth instantly relaxed me. I was much more sedated by now and was like jelly in his arms. We reached our floor and Vanessa’s father walked ebony gay my door. Before he opened the door, he pulled my semi limp ebony gay body in for hug. Vincent leaned down and whispered something in my ear. I couldn’t quite make out what ebony gay he said, but it was definitely in Italian and it definitely turned me on. He unlocked the door and followed me into the dark room.