Had a One-Night Stand.

December 22, 2023 I woke up around 9 a.m. after a night of partying. I'd only had three hours' sleep. Lina was already up and awaiting a visit from Sina. The two of them were planning to do some shopping for the evening. I decided to quickly wash my sweaty T-shirt and socks from the party before heading to the library.

As it was unusually windy and raining, I took the bus so as not to be discouraged by the weather.

I stopped by the NP and treated myself to a pretzel corner, a butter croissant and a cherry-banana smoothie.

“From the new year onwards, when I'm vegan, I won't be able to enjoy these pastries anymore”, I thought, as I considered turning to bread rolls or, even better, fruit and vegetables instead.

In the library, the fourth floor was almost empty due to the Christmas period and the closed canteen, which made for a very special silence. This silence was so clear that I could only hear the whisper of the wind. I put my things down and started reading the book “Resilience” that Robert had recommended to me. I found it a bit boring at first and skimmed the first few pages until I came across a stress self-test. “I'll do that after the HanoMacke”, I thought.

When I asked for my charging cable at the service point, I actually found it again. The new iPhone charging cable I had bought earlier was now redundant, but I was happy to get my compact and unique charging cable back. It was amazing that the employee was able to find it amidst the tangle of cables.

After the resilience test, I realized that I currently had a low level of stress, but I should still be critical of my stress triggers. The next level described an average level of stress, so I was sure that I really wasn't stressed. Nevertheless, I had the feeling that with increasing stress, a few grey hairs had also appeared, which I discovered when I looked in the mirror in the elevator.

In the book I came across the term “learned helplessness”, which describes how individuals give up and accept their situation after repeated failures, which reminded me of an experiment with electrodes on dogs in the 1960s.

I went to the café to buy a 20-euro voucher for Tobi as a Secret Santa present.

I wrote to Nico to find out how he was doing after we hadn't spoken for a long time. He got back to me and mentioned that he hadn't found a girlfriend yet.

In the queue at the café, I noticed a blonde in a cap who looked at me briefly, but without smiling. I decided to sit at the large table in the middle while she sat at a laptop in the corner.

The sales lady who made my smoothies already knew what I normally order, but was surprised this time when I said I wanted two.

“There's an increased level of difficulty this time,” I joked as I waited for my drinks. Later, I also saw Neele from the Kopi, who had once ignored me when I approached her during a phone call. She smiled at me and waved as she sat at a table with another woman.

Hugendubel - I have photographed books that are interesting. In one book I learned that people today only chew soft foods, which leads to weak teeth and crooked teeth.

I ate a calzone.

At 16:40, I went to Kopernikusstraße. It was raining heavily and the wind was blowing hard. While I was taking a shower, I approached a woman with dreadlocks. She has a partner and lives next door. I said: “Cool dreadlocks.” to her.

Afterwards, I went to Café Kopi, where I saw Neele behind the counter again. We smiled at each other. I drank a cappuccino with oat milk (decaffeinated).

In the evening: At the flat share party, I realized how overwhelmed I was when there were too many unfamiliar people around me, talking to each other and I didn't understand everything. My energy quickly ran out. However, it was amazing how many people Lina knew. That fascinated me. I would actually like to be like her - surrounded by lots of friends and people who appreciate you and are there for you; with whom you share common experiences.

At Dax, I danced with a brunette Lisa from Kassel who had supposedly lost her girlfriend. She later said that she was here with two friends. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. We got up close and personal. She looked left and right and paid no real attention to me. At this point, I shouldn't have said, “Text your friend that we're in the middle of the dance floor,” but rather, “Let's go find your friend together.” Then I could have set her up with another guy and Lisa's attention would have been entirely on me.

I chilled and smoked with Lisa and Kathi. We chatted. Lisa works in a kiosk.

“Are you here alone?” she asked, handing me a cigarette.

“Yes,” I replied."

“Why?” she asked.

”I don't have any friends... Well, I do have one,” I said, thinking of Nico.

Kathi, who was dressed in leggings, was approached by many guys. Then Ben came along, claiming that he had just stopped by after work. He also made a move on Kathi. She brushed off every guy with a nod, including me.

She rubbed herself against Lisa with her ass, and I asked her if she could do the same with me. She did. I looked around, hunting for new prey. A tall woman in a red dress caught my eye at the bar. She looked completely drunk. I approached her.

“Can you take me home?” she asked me, putting her hand on my waist.

I went between her legs, and we shared a passionate kiss.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked her, and she agreed.

I didn’t have any money, so I asked her for her wallet. She pulled out 5 euros, with which I bought her still water.

We took a taxi to her place. The bouncers looked at me wide-eyed as I dragged the one head taller, probably forty-year-old, well-endowed woman out of the club.

“My cat is going to be put down in two weeks,” she kept saying and cried.

I hardly commented, just accepted her feelings and was simply there. I kissed her on the face or the head while she leaned on me in the back seat of the taxi.

“Where to?” asked the taxi driver.

“What’s your address?” I wanted to know.

“I don’t know. I don’t know…” she repeated in her completely drunken state.

“Do you have an ID?” I asked.

“Yes…” she replied and took it out.

I told the taxi driver the street. During the ride, we held hands, sometimes she led my hand to her chest. Occasionally, she took my index finger or thumb into her mouth. Throughout the ride, she kept asking, “Are we there yet?”

“No, we're just standing at the traffic lights.”

After about half an hour's drive, we arrived at her place. I had a quick pee in her bathroom. Then she was in the bathroom. We drank water together in the kitchen. A black cat on the armchair in the kitchen looked at us. Then we went to bed and it started straight away...

I licked her breasts as if I were a baby sucking on my mother's breast.

“Oh yes my child, suck, suck,” she commented.

It brought her to orgasm. I thought it was amazing that you can have an orgasm by sucking on your breast.

Then she gave me a blowjob and swallowed sperm.

She sneezed several times. It sounded disgusting. She didn't sneeze into her arm or anything. But into the air when she was lying down. Was she sick?

I woke up in the night. Her hand was long on my penis under my underpants. My penis was very stiff. Under the comforter, I rubbed my penis against her from behind and suddenly she lifted her pelvis and my cock landed in her pussy. I fucked her without a condom. She allowed it. Apparently she was on contraception, but in that moment of brain fog I didn't care. I sucked on her breast as I did so. I became more exhausted and realized I couldn't come anymore. Without forcing it, I plopped down on the bed next to her, slightly sweaty and out of breath.

She fell asleep quickly and snored. I lay awake for a while until I eventually fell asleep too.

The next morning...

She jerked me off before I set off. She made noises like “ah mm”. “Come on now,” she said, ‘cum,’ she continued to masturbate.

It was dirty talk, but the “ cum now” confused me. This comment reminded me of the impatient prostitute with whom I had the most horrible sex of my life.

I have learned from this ONS. ONS are not for me. Without feelings involved and a deeper connection to the person, sex isn't that much fun. Cumming in her mouth, that dull climax, a small moment of ecstasy wasn't worth the time or money I spent on cabs. But I don't regret it, because that experience taught me to stop looking for ONS in the Dax. Despite the beautiful fantasy you imagine, the ONS is completely different from what you dream of.

• Defecation: 10 am (solid), 12 pm (solid).
• Food: 9:30 (2x banana), 10 am (coffee with pretzel corner and butter croissaint).
• Physical sensation: Foggy head in the morning. Slight headache in the right temple at 11 am.
• Mood: Okay.
• Physical changes: Somehow I have a few more gray hairs (could just be a feeling).

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