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I started with one line "Single Canadian girl in London". It's superficial, based purely on physical attraction, but that's what I was looking for. You go through what's there, if you see someone you like, you swipe right. If he swipes you too, it lights up like a game, then asks if you want to keep playing. My first Tinder date was with someone I'd seen before on OKCupid — the same faces crop up on all these sites. He knew all the cool restaurants, the best places and, as he was only in London occasionally, things moved faster than they should have.
After just a few dates, he booked us a night in a fancy Kensington hotel. I met him at a pub first — liquid courage — and knew the second I saw him that my heart wasn't in it. The connection wasn't there for me. Not a great start. But Tinder is addictive. You find yourself browsing and swiping and playing on.
The possibilities pile up. I'm ashamed to say it but I sometimes went on three or four dates a week. It could be to a bar around the corner, or somewhere fabulous — Berner's Tavern, the Chiltern Firehouse.
Most of the guys I met were looking for sex, rarely were they after a relationship. With Tinder, I discovered what it could be to have sex then walk away without a backward glance. Sex didn't have to be wrapped up with commitment, and "will he? It could just be fun. Sometimes I had nothing in common with the guy but there was a sexual spark.
In "real life", he was the ultimate knob. He didn't fit with my politics, my views, I'd never have introduced him to my friends. In bed, though, he was passionate, eager, energetic. For a while, we'd hook up every six weeks. But there were a lot of negatives.
It could feel … seedy. Where do you go for sex? I didn't feel comfortable taking someone back to my place, as he'd then know where I lived, and I live alone.
If we went back to his, I'd have no idea what to expect. With "Aldgate East", we had to walk through a pub to get to the bedroom and I swear there was a train going through the lounge. You're trusting people you barely know. After a few dates with "Manchester", I agreed to visit his hotel room next time he was in London. I'd always been diligent about practising safe sex, but he had trouble getting in the mood with the condoms and went against my wishes at the last moment.
The next morning I wrote him an angry text. I've never felt so violated. Most often, though, I didn't have sex at all. I generally left home open to the possibility but found, when my date showed up, that I didn't want to see him again, let alone see him naked.
There was no spark, or he was dull or gross or just too pushy. One date chased me to the tube trying to shove his tongue down my throat. Another — who started promisingly — changed after his second drink, spilling a glass of wine on me without apologising, and cutting me off each time I spoke. It can be harder to walk away when you've met through Tinder. When you're matched, you can spend days — in some cases, weeks, months — exchanging messages, texting and working yourselves up, filling in the gaps with your imagination.
By the time you meet, you've both invested so much, you've raised your hopes and his. In some ways Tinder can even work against you finding a partner.
I met one guy who was a likely contender for a boyfriend. We went on five dates without sex, just a kiss and a hug. Then one night, he arrived at my place stinking of booze and likely high on something. The sex was over in seconds — a massive anticlimax after such a build-up.
We never saw each other again. C-cup sized fake boobs. I knew what she looked like ahead of time from her very detailed website. What led to it? My wife has a variety of chronic illnesses and is on a number of anxiety and depression drugs that severely affected her libido. Her physical health made vaginal sex impossible and oral was also out of the question. I was devastated that she no longer desired me and began to use porn more to the point that it became a problem.
Then, I wanted the real thing. I had been to a few massage parlors, but this was the first PSE escort that I engaged with. Her name was Mary and she had very good reviews on the sites for this sort of thing.
What sexual behaviors took place e. How did you feel during it? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? I met Mary at a suburban hotel. She was running late and kept in good communication, but as the time approached, my nerves started to get frazzled.
After a text from her with the room info, I went to the hotel room to meet her. I knocked on the door and she met be topless and deep french kissed me on the mouth. My heart was beating a mile a minute. She pulled me into the room and offered me something to drink. After a few sips of proseco, she grabbed my dick through my pants and I undressed. She dropped to her knees and started licking and sucking my cock. Then, for the first time, I experienced being deep throated. We moved to the bed where we got into a 69 position.
She tasted clean and fresh and I played lightly with her asshole as I tongued her pussy. She had longer labia which I loved flipping back and forth with my tongue and lips.
Within a few minutes I was ejaculating in her mouth. She got up to clean up and returned to the bed where we talked for a few mintes, then she blew me for a while and I was hard again! Mary slipped a condom on me and added a bit of lube and I fucked her in a lots of positions. I had her get on her knees and licked her pussy and ass from behind. I had never rimmed a girl before and I have to say I discovered a kink for it and loved doing it.
I fucked her doggy style, but my favorite anal position was fucking her standing up. After that, it was regular and anal fucking back on the bed while she used a Hitachi wand on herself and she started moaning like crazy while I fucked her pussy and fingered her ass. It takes me a long time to come the second time and unfortunately, the hour was up, so I reluctantly pulled out, took a shower, and bid her goodbye.
I hooked up with her a second time and perhaps I will write about that in the future. How did you feel about it the next day? How do you feel about them now? I returned home exhilarated and not feeling at all guilty. I knew I was hooked and would have to see her again,. What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? To whom did you talk about the hookup?