You’ve been out all night, dancing with some gorgeous stranger you met at the bar. It’s hot, sweaty, flirtatious. The next thing you know, you’re kissing in a dark corner wondering if the night will end here or continue on into the morning. You don’t want the night to end here though. You want to keep kissing, touching, enjoying this moment. It’s as if he can read your mind, because before you know it, you’re both pouring yourself into the Uber trying to behave in front of this stranger in the driver’s seat. Both impatiently waiting to get out of the car and continue what you’re doing. You go inside, clothes are flying. You barely make it to the bedroom and he starts slipping off your panties and going…you know where. And then your mind starts screaming at you…
“YOU’VE BEEN DANCING ALL NIGHT! DON’T LET HIM DOWN THERE!”
So you make a hustled excuse to use the bathroom to freshen up, but promise him you’ll be right back. But wait, you’re at HIS PLACE. Men don’t have nice products that make you smell fresh and feminine. They make you smell like musk or All Spice. Not gonna work.
“BUT I HAVE SOME BIDDETTES IN MY PURSE!”
The lightbulb goes off. You find your clutch and instantly you thank the sex gods for reminding you to pack those handy little wipes. One quick refresher and you’re back in that bed enjoying every delicious moment of seduction without pause.