As a demisexual, it is very hard for me to approach anyone for a casual hookup. I kept to myself for years because few people understood what being demisexual entails; most mistook it for seeking a serious relationship, which was not the case. However, one day in mid-October, I decided to test the waters and step out of my comfort zone, so I downloaded the app for the first time at the age of 31.
A week passed, and I was feeling extremely insecure until I received a message from someone visiting my country. We started talking, and to my surprise, he turned out to be a decent human being, so we decided to meet the following day. I was invited to his hotel room—mind you, I had never done that before. An hour before I was supposed to be there, I was panicking and wanted to cancel; every cell in my body told me to retreat. Yet, somehow, I gathered the courage and went.
When he opened the door, I saw that he was strikingly beautiful. He had a bottle of wine ready. We sat and drank for a bit, but he clearly noticed I was nervous. He moved closer, held my hand, and assured me, “We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable.” I leaned in and kissed him.
We kissed for a while before moving to the bed. I started taking his clothes off piece by piece, admiring his body—and boy, was he hot. Things escalated quickly. Before I knew it, my face was between his ass cheeks. I ate his ass as if it were my last meal, going at it for at least 30 minutes. Clearly, he was enjoying it; his asshole started to twitch, and he eventually blew his first load while I was eating him out. When I saw that, I licked it off his body, spat it into his mouth, and kissed him. He then got on top of me, kissing me before sucking me off and making me cum in his mouth.
We looked at each other, knowing we needed to keep going. Honestly, I couldn’t get enough of his ass, so I went down on him again. After a couple of minutes, he told me, “I’m very tight and I don’t usually get fucked, but I want you inside me so bad.” That was music to my ears. I started to loosen him up with my fingers; the way he moaned drove me crazy. He got on top of me again, grabbed my cock, and slowly guided it inside him. Once he was comfortable, he rode me while I stroked his cock. The way our bodies moved and how perfectly they fit was insane. We kept going for what seemed like hours. Eventually, he blew his second load all over my body. I was very close, and he begged me to breed him, so I did.
After we were done, we cuddled for a while. By midnight, I intended to leave, but he had other plans; he wanted me to stay the night. It was his last day, and he wanted to make the most of it, so I stayed. We kept fucking all night like teenagers who had just discovered jerking off, and each time was better than the last. We fell asleep curled up in each other’s arms. In the morning, he woke me up with my cock in his mouth, which is the best way to wake up. We dressed and had breakfast, after which he sent me off to work and he returned home. To this day, that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.
