Saturday, 3 August 2013
I had the afternoon off and I spend the free hours I have browsing some of the Vintage stores in the city centre, I am using my phone to listen to music and as I go through racks of interesting shirts, the music is interrupted by a message, I see the little bear icon in my notifications, its a message on my Growlr App. The message simply says hello and before I respond, I check out the senders profile picture, which is just a bare chest, with some intricate tattoo designs, which seem to be pointing to his crotch. His body is tight, and he has a feint outline of abs.
I reply in return with a simple 'hello'
'Where are you' he asks.
'Just in town, enjoying an afternoon off' I respond.
'Fancy coming over to mine' he jumps right in, skipping the normal pleasantries.
I contemplate this for a few moments, I get the impression by his tattoo's which point to his manhood, that he is most probably a lot more experienced than I am and this is intimidating. Before I have the chance to respond, he sends me two more pictures, which show his face and his naked body, he is very handsome and you can really see the definition of his muscles. I am very attracted to the idea of having sex with him. I return the favour and send two pictures of my face and my body, although I am wearing clothes in mine.
I ask him where he lives and after a few minutes, he replies with his address and the code to his apartment door. He lives not far from the city centre and it doesn't take me long to get there. I am actually more nervous than I anticipated. I am not 100 percent body confident but I am accepting with what I have but the pictures he sends me, put him in the adonis category.
When I get to his apartment, I am blown away even more by his good looks, he has a shaved head and a tattoo sleeve and he is topless, which gives me an instant erection, we make small talk for a moment before he puts his hand on my face and pulls me in and kisses me hard. I respond with an eagerness I haven't felt for a while. I literally feel like I want to devour him. He has all the control though and I like this, I submit to him.
My original hunch, that he is every experienced is right and he is exudes sexual confidence. I am so into his body but it is this confidence that intoxicates me. He is doing things to me that no one has ever done before, and he has me do things I have never even thought about trying. I realise that he is teaching me. I throw my self into his lesson and I am having the best sex I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing and I am completely wrapped up in it.
Only when I am sleeping with a regular partner, do I get the gusto, to try out new things, new moves, new positions, but on random hook ups, or one night stands, it is always been about just satisfying a need and as such, only the basic bases are being touched and It would not last for an exceptional period. But I realise that I have last the longest I ever have done, I go from being close and back again, I don't want this experience to end.
I explore his body, he has tattoo's everywhere and some interesting piercings, including a prince albert and a perineum stud. He explains that it is considered the most intimate area of the body and can be quite pleasurable when touched, and he shows me and I can't help but agree. He is opening my eyes to so many things I have never even considered and he is putting me to work, I am enjoying myself to much.
When he puts the condom on me, it does with ease, without interrupting the momentum we have had going. I work his body in almost unnatural positions which are highly pleasurable for me and judging by his reactions, he is enjoying it too.
When we are done, I am feeling something I haven't felt for a long time, like I have had a release, like all my muscles have contracted and I am tired and content. We lie there wrapped in each other and I can't stop myself from exclaiming how amazing the sex we had just shared was, he seems to like this, and I continue on and explain that he has just thought me so much and he jokes and calls me a star pupil. He lies in my arms for about 40 minutes and we share tea and a cigarette, I get up to leave and I contemplate asking for his number but I decide against it, although he is very beautiful and fantastic in bed, he would not be a keeper, I have gotten what I needed from him, as cold as that sounds. I get dressed, give him a kiss and leave. Before I have even left his building, I receive a message from him again.
'Would love to do that again sometimes, send me a text'
His number is displayed at the bottom of the message. I close the message without saving the number and I make my way home, with a smile on my face.