I met this girl in the city when I was hanging around with my friends. She was slender, dark haired and pretty hot looking all around. She struck me as very intriguing, which is already a dangerous thing and a potential red flag, at least for a LTR. She also drank a load of wine and smoked more cigarettes than me in my heyday. But I was in a good mood and I had fun, I was in a very alpha mode that evening so she gave me her number.
We texted a bit and I kept it superficial and short, no lenghty conversations. This made her even more interested probably and she asked me to hang out, go for a drink, I could pick her up at her place.
We went for drinks, and after one cocktail I told her that this place sucked and the music blew so we should leave. She immediately agreed and we went to her place. During that whole time she was constantly and subtly searching for my approval, and therefore I knew I was in the zone.
We arrived at her place, and she immediately started smoking again, pouring herself a glass of wine and she invited me to go upstairs. She was sitting on her bed while I was sitting in some kind of rocking chair, we were talking some more and now it comes.
There was a painting in her room she was working on. I was very interested by it because I like women who are into arts and crafts, and I asked her what she was painting, because it didn't yet resemble anything.
She proceeded to tell me that it was a painting she was making about her and her ex-boyfriend she was with for 2 years she broke up with 4 months before. I had a serious wtf moment, but I stayed cool because I still would've liked pounding her that evening.
She then started talking about sex, how it was easy for her to have sex without emotions, which made me realize she was riding the CC vigorously. By that moment I wasn't really into it anymore, so I got up and told her I had to leave because I had to work in the morning.
We both got up, I wanted to kiss her on the cheeck, which is a common, friendly way to say goodbye here, and she started kissing me passionately all of a suddenly, like no girl has ever kissed me before. She took my shirt off fairly quickly and started grabbing my junk and going for it. She took off her blouse and I noticed she didn't wear a bra and underpants.
She whispered in my ear if I liked to make love with her, and I honestly did, she also felt it probably because I had an outragerous boner by that time. She also told me suddenly that she had a contraceptive coil so we didn't need a condom.
That's when I seriously broke it off. The only girls I knew who had these coils were immense sluts, and I suddenly realized she was also one of those. The risk was just too big after all that shit she told me, and there was most definitely a load of baggage, so I decided to abort.
I told her I had to go, she told me that she hoped to see me again soon and she kissed me again vigorously. I drove away with my balls hurting like hell.
A couple of days later she texted me she wasn't sure she was the right girl for me anyway, and that she spark just wasn't there. I don't know if she honestly thinks like this, but more because I turned down her sex.
Now a week later, I have a divided feeling between pride and frustration. I could've had sex, probably great sex, multiple times with this girl, she was steaming and willing, and it was a long time ago for me. I also feel proud, in some kind of way, that I ended that situation, because of all the red flags she confronted me with.