Men, boys, and sex

I've got my one-night-stand under my skin. It's been three days and I'm still hoping to run into him, as opposed to daydreaming about cute guys that I see on a regular basis or hot male celebs, like I usually do. All I wanna do is put on a skanky/slutty outfit and sneak into his bedroom. Why is it that my ideal day right now would be spent locked in his bedroom? Took me a while to figure it out, but here's the answer: he was a man in the bedroom. He took control. All the guys that I've hooked up with before weren't like that. Either they were overeager to just score or they were nervous and hesitant, not knowing what to do, whether I'd be cool with it or not. With this guy, let's call him Z, it felt completely organic, like this is exactly how things were supposed to go down. He knew exactly what to do and really knew his way around a woman's body. I have a feeling that I'm just another notch in Z's bedpost, but that doesn't deter me from wanting to roll around in his sheets again. If every sexual experience could be like that, I can see how people get pussy/cockwhipped. So, maybe it's a good thing that it was just a one-night-stand. That way I'm not giving up my independence, even though I have that night/morning stuck in my head on repeat.