A snapshot of my diary

We were in the middle of the coversation when he asked me to make out. It was night. I had not thought of it before, well had connected his presence with sex in my head once or twice but that is all. Recently I do not do that much sex with strangers. I was being seeing as a sex object and I might have liked it even though I did not think of it right there in the moment. I do not specifically know the reasons I said yes. I do not recall any of it right here, right now that I am writing. Going to the toilet was nice though I like sex on cheap bathrooms. The more untidy and shadowy they are the better. Sex in the bed is boring. I do have never written any of that so far. So there we are, two people that are stuck in a small bathroom after two hours talking. He had made me a long list of questions before. What happens. Well I was nearby him but could not put my skin next to him, my cheek next to his. I felt glass rise up inbetween us. I find it strange now that I write it now because I have had sex with strangers before and their skin has felt warm. I smelled his perfume. Saw his dark skin. Robust features. Just a photo. Well we proceeded on the bathroom and he had the most amazing dick in the world. I was almost crying as he did thrust making noise. I said once or twice to myself I want to go to hell. I kind of do it in my head these days.
So I moaned and moaned and cried. And then again. It was a strange experience because I had had strong guys before but this one was taking me away. I was not there in the shabby bathroom. He was on my back thrusting all the time. Then I was on the ground and he proceeded to finish himself off. Then we were done, and I still could not make it to take his dick in my mouth, or see it. I did not like it even though it was perfect in shape. I did not feel like caressing it and there was glass and flashing photos. The shabby bathroom was still sexy. We made our way to our places and now that I write this experience in here I find it a strange experience I do not understand. Have I developed into something else? I used to like one nightstands before.