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Hello you handsome men and beautiful women – it’s been a while since I wrote about my sexual adventures. Normally I like to write a fully-fleshed out story that’s basically erotic fiction, but this time… I feel like being a bit more chill with the story. So that’s what we’re going to do.
I recently jumped on Hinge for the first time in a while, and within a day or two matched with a very cute girl who’s absolutely my type. (She’ll be reading this story, so – hello!) E-girl look, covered in tattoos, slim and petite, adorable smile, bubbly energy. She had an interesting job as a vet, was super energetic and excited in her text messages, and we hit it off right away.
I told her I’m looking for BDSM & a casual relationship and she’s absolutely down to explore. We organise a date to grab coffee, and then spend the next couple days, texting about what we’re looking for, she sends me a couple of cute lingerie pics, and needless to say I’m very excited to meet her. I was completely honest with her and told her I wanted to have sex with her (yeah, no shit) – and she met my honesty with her own, telling me she already knew she wanted to have sex with me, as long as we connected in person.
We end up meeting at Starbucks, and as soon as I see her, my brain goes, “My god, she’s a billion times cuter than her pics”. I tell her as much, and her reaction is adorable as hell – blushing, looking down at the ground, a huge sweet smile on her face. Absolutely my type. We grab our drinks, head to a park, and we’ve barely sat down for more than 2 minutes before she’s gazing into my eyes and I’m gazing into hers, both of us with a giant grin, unable to look away. I can’t help but want her, so I gently say “Come here…” and she moves closer, the two of us kissing even though we’d only just met.
We break the kiss, I have a huge smile on my face and I say out loud the thing we’re both thinking: “Should we just get out of here, and go back to my place?” She smiles that adorable smile and says yes, and barely 5 minutes after meeting, we’re already headed back to mine.
We get inside and head straight to the bedroom, and my god… that smile of hers. In fact, it might be more fun if I just show it here. You see, she had practically begged me to shoot some artsy nude photos with her (actually, literally begged) – and of course I’m not going to say no to a total cutie like her. I’ve scattered some of the photos throughout this article (I have her permission to post them here – in her words: “yes you can post them with your story, want you to show me off 😋😂“).
The sex itself was beautifully vulnerable, hot, erotic, wild, crazy, passionate, sweet, and a million other adjectives. She hadn’t explored much in the way of BDSM, so I gently guided her through some spanking, being blindfolded and edged, using ice and massage oil to tease her body, her sweet little moans driving me utterly wild as we played.
We spent hours exploring her body, going fast, then slow, then fast, then slow, kissing and licking and teasing and fucking in every position we could think of. The entire time I was thinking, “My god, she has literally my fantasy body” – of course I told her this often, her sweet smile making my heart melt each time I did.
At one point I put a collar and leash on her, which only made me want her more, and I found myself having to keep taking breaks to stop myself from cumming. I wanted this to last – I was intoxicated by her body, her smile, her femininity, her softness, her moans. I wanted her.
But it wasn’t all just sexual. There were moments of quietness, of cuddling and stroking her hair while we talked about ourselves, our bodies, the parts of us we liked and the parts of us we were still working on liking. She was wonderfully vulnerable with me, and shared that she wasn’t always super happy with her body – even though to me, she was hot. as. fuck.
I thanked her for this vulnerability – a couple of times – telling her how grateful I was for her opening up to me, for sharing her body with me, for giving herself to me in this way. I think something we men often forget is that it can take a lot of vulnerability for a woman to be naked in front of us – especially if they don’t always love their own bodies. We often look at women and say “Well she’s hot, she must know she’s hot” – but that isn’t always true. There’s vulnerability in getting naked with someone; especially for BDSM.
There’s vulnerability for us too as men – something I myself haven’t always been comfortable admitting. I’m not always happy with my body either. And so I deeply appreciated her being sweet, giving me compliments, exploring my body as much as I was exploring hers. Two people trying to feel good, but also wanting to make each other feel good about themselves too. Two people exploring the depths of human connection; two people just trying to be happy.
I’ve said it many times before – this isn’t just about getting laid. It never was.
But we certainly had our fair share of the sexy times – and oh what fun it was. At one point we played around with different spanking instruments – I showed her how a paddle feels, how a whip feels, how my hand spanking her feels, and how a crop feels. She liked the crop best of all, especially with the marks it left (and she had fun sending me pictures of her bruises the next day).
Long into the night we played, before I decided to do a little impromptu teasing with the vibrator that turned into an insane number of orgasms in a row (like 5? 10? We both lost count). It was incredibly erotic watching her moan and writhe, her cute little hips bucking up and down as she had nonstop orgasms for 5 minutes straight, at one point getting so loud I covered her mouth with my hand. Oh my god.
Finally it was time to say goodbye. I walked her a few blocks to her car, and I’m pretty sure she’ll like me saying this – I really enjoyed showing her off as we were walking together. Her little body, the outfit she was wearing, that gorgeous smile, and the fact that she’s relatively tall for a woman (especially in her platform shoes!) – it felt nice to be around her. It helps that she’s incredibly sweet too – and very kind.
We said our goodbyes, she drove away, and I was left with a sense I often get during moments I never really expected to have. She’s always been the type of girl I find the most attractive – in terms of looks, shyness (I love shy girls!), sweetness, affection, and everything else. And I never stop being grateful for the fact that this is my life – and has been my life for quite a few years now.
All the things I never thought I was allowed to have – sex, connection, kindness, warmth, money, happiness, peace, mental health, a mission I’m passionate about with my coaching, friends who deeply care about me, a family that I feel so so connected to… These feel like beautiful gifts from the universe that I was “never meant to discover”, let alone be able to consistently enjoy each and every day.
I feel so blessed – and beautiful human beings like her remind me that life is a gift, existence is a pleasure, and the universe is warm.
I’m grateful.
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UPDATE: Here’s a few more photos we’ve done from subsequent hangouts:
