“The Alter Ego” [MF]

Let’s see if I can get through this tale without needing to pause to get myself off.

Aidan and I met online and to be honest, I wasn’t very excited for our first date. We messaged back and forth briefly, his profile explained he was getting into nonmonogamy and looking to explore his kink side. He explained he was busy with both work and school, so our date was booked for over a week later. I almost didn’t bother… history has told me that if you don’t meet within a few days it likely won’t happen. What the hell… let’s give it a go.

He looked cute in his photos, but not anything to write home about. A solid 7.5 at least, maybe an 8 in a photo or two but it was a bit vague. We made plans to meet at a bar between our neighbourhoods and I went about my week giving it barely a thought. Once the date came and I got ready to meet up, I was going in without expectations. Little did I know I was about to be in the presence of once of my best fucks to date.

I got to the bar and sent a message that I’d arrived, I was early and wasn’t sure if I should grab a table or wait. Suddenly, there he was in front of me, saying hello. First things first… he was a haaaard 10. His photos did no justice whatsoever. Tall, sharp dresser, vibrant eyes, kind smile. He had grabbed us a table tucked away in a quiet spot and led me to it. He immediately made me nervous. I was so completely unprepared for him to be this attractive that it kind of threw me. Like fuck… I came from work! Had I known THIS was who was meeting me I would have made different choices. Alas… here we were. Took a deep breath, ordered a drink, and the conversation began.

Any nervousness I felt melted away within the first 15 minutes. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was an incredible conversationalist. In school studying therapy, he was so easy to talk to that conversation flowed naturally. I could see he was a bit nervous too, after some chatting I discovered he was newer to online dating and that immediately calmed me down. I’m a pro at this, have been on more first dates than likely anyone in the bar, so I relaxed a bit more and settled my boss self.

On to drink number two it was obvious we had chemistry. Zero breaks in conversation, he was funny, witty, and intelligent. I got distracted more than once… caught myself watching his mouth as he spoke, the kind confidence in his eyes, his playful laugh. He was so easy to talk to, I found myself being more honest than I normally am with an almost stranger.

Once drink three arrived, we’ve gotten to the good stuff. I was unabashedly explaining the deepest and darkest sides of what I was into sexually… It’s a pivotal moment where the date could go in either direction. That moment where the man across from me either freaks out because of my sexual history, or opens up and is honest about his desires. Turns out… ding, ding, ding! Winner. A was kinky as hell. He was currently exploring his dominant side, was looking for someone he could be rough with. Once I explained my optimal encounter had me being completely submissive… tied up, choked, slapped, and fucked hard, there was a palpable shift in our energy. I could see how badly he was craving filling this role. Suddenly there was a glimpse of something else in his eyes, almost a hunger to them. Cue wet panties…

The washrooms were on the opposite side of the restaurant, so when I needed to go he came as well. We figured it was easier than making someone wait alone at the table for 10 minutes. We both came out of the rooms at the same time and I was aching for contact. It was all too good to be true… he had to be a bad kisser. It couldn’t all be great. I told him I wanted to kiss him, standing in the hall. Looking down at me, he leaned in and… holy fucking fireworks. It was a weak at the knees, room spinning, panty soaking first kiss that caught my breath in my throat. We made our way back to the table and the conversation got more and more intense. We made a couple more trips to the washroom as the drinks ran through us, stopping to make out every time. It was super hot, and I couldn’t believe what a catch he was. Every so often, there it was again… just a hint in his eyes of someone else, someone yearning to take charge. It was taking everything in me not to leap across the table and rip his clothes off. Aching as we made out in the hall, imagining him pushing me up against the wall, kissing me hard, his hand around my throat. But… I was getting ahead of myself. So I behaved.

We settled up and walked to the subway. It was getting late, and was a weeknight, so as much as I really wanted to fuck him we decided to call it and see each other again soon. I was aching for him, and pulled him toward me in the middle of the train. We made out, quite publicly, the entire ride home. I was swooning like crazy, the exhibitionist in me loving every minute of our display. He got off at his stop and I floated home, completely blissed out, and so excited to see him again. We made plans for 3 nights later and I couldn’t wait.

The next few days were agonizingly long. I couldn’t wait to be fucked by him, it was driving me wild. I hadn’t had anticipation like this in ages, but was trying to temper my expectations. Maybe he had a small dick? Maybe he was super boring in bed? Maybe his fantasies were all talk? He was smoking hot, an incredible kisser, and a complete sweetheart… something had to let me down, right? Right!?

Saturday night rolled around and he came by around 7, and we drank wine and watched Love Actually. That’s right… date two we watched a Christmas movie (I love the holidays), and it calmed any “about to bang for the first time” jitters as we cuddled and joked about who we’d fuck from the film. (Spoiler alert… most of them.) After the movie finished, we started making out and god, did I want him. We moved to the bedroom and started getting hot and heavy. I was increasingly wet, aching for him. Clothes came off, and damn did he look amazing naked. Great bod, strong arms, fantastic dick. We started fucking and cue drum roll…

It was… good.

Yep. Just good.

Of course there was a part of me with all of the build up that was disappointed. It made sense though, it was a classic “first time fuck”, a bit awkward, understanding our bodies together and what works for us. I still got off a few times and he came at the end. We cuddled a bit and I grabbed us another drink.

We spent the next hour or so cuddling and talking through sexual fantasies. He was so easy to talk to, nonjudgmental and curious, absolutely eating up all of my stories of my sexual history. We finished our drinks and started making out again and what came next changed everything.
I was already wet again, his hands exploring my body had me aching to have him inside me again as he teased me through my panties. Then suddenly there it was again… that look in his eyes I noticed on date one. A hunger, almost primal, where I could see him going to a different place in his head. His fingers exploring my body, commanding full control, I would have let him do anything he wanted. Suddenly I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, breath quickening, his fingers working fast and hard over my panties. I came harder than I had in a long time, I hadn’t been this turned on in as long as I could remember. I spent some time with his dick in my mouth, and he had the perfect dick for sucking… bigger than average, nice and thick. I couldn’t handle it anymore and needed him inside me.

Normally when it comes to rougher play, it takes a few dates to build trust to get to that point, but I felt so safe and comfortable with A. He asked if he could choke me and I begged for it, one hand tight around my neck while he was thrusting deep inside me, I came over and over again. It was so hot and I was soaked. I asked him to slap me, begged him to, and that first hard slap across my face uncovered a feeling I’ve been aching for for years. The look in his eyes as he fucked me hard was intoxicating. Choking me harder as I came, I had orgasm after orgasm until he came while fucking me from behind and we laid in a breathless, blissed out heap on my bed. I was spinning, he was clearly shook.

As our heart rates slowed, he shifted back into his sweet and gentle self, as if he’d switched places with the man who had just ravaged my body. We cuddled for a while, hummed along to our favourite singer songwriter tunes, and he left late.

The next few weeks were a blur. We met up twice a week and every encounter was hotter than the last. That signature shift I had discovered in him was given a name, we came up with pseudonyms for each others’ other halves. I’ve always felt the hottest sexual encounters I’ve had are with men who have such a strong discrepancy between who they are in every day life and who they are in bed, but I’ve never seen it this strong in someone. A was this complete gentleman, a romantic, obviously caring and a great listener. In bed he was wildly confident, firm and commanding, completely in control. I did whatever I was told with pleasure, and the orgasms have gotten more and more intense since.

I could write for hours about the places Aidan’s darker side has been taking me. He’s unlike any partner I’ve had, and I can let my kink flag fly so freely and unapologetically. We recorded the audio of us fucking, myself tied up and blindfolded you can hear him reminding me that he’s the one in control, hear his moans as he fucks my face, my volume increasing as he takes me from behind… asking permission to cum and him commanding me to scream. To scream. Fuck. I’ve listened to that audio clip so many times that the song in the background makes me wet.

So here we are… it’s been less than two months and he’s completely fucked me up. Sex with my other partners seems lacklustre. Drunk hookups leave me aching for him. We joked recently that obviously at some point the fire and intensity has to calm a bit… right? We can’t keep fucking at a 20 out of 10 forever. Right?! So for now… I’m trying not to overthink it. We’re heading to a sex club in a couple weeks to explore the exhibitionist in both of us, and I believe Aidan’s darker alter ego and I have many, many orgasms in our future.

For now… I’ve had a taste of the kind of dick that many live their entire lives without experiencing. The kind that fucks you up to your core… and keeps you hungry for more.

(Names have been changed)

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