Back in the day I used to get around quite a bit, so I had a hard time remembering faces.
Long story short, one fine day I decided to browse my old disused phone and came across a few old hook-ups still stored in contacts. I started messaging this one girl. I’ll call her Anna. In less than a dozen convincing texts, Anna agreed to me coming over. I turned up to her apartment and a stranger greeted me at the door. It was Anna, but I did not remember her face at all. I acted like I knew her and we ended up fucking anyway.
After that first session, we were lounging in the living room when her flatmate arrived home. It all made sense as soon as I saw her. I’ll call the flatmate Mandy.
Two years earlier I met Anna and her friends at a club. I was hitting on Anna, but she had to leave early so she gave me her number instead. I stayed on at the club and ended up fucking her friend Mandy at my place.
Flash forward two years I’m now at their apartment fucking the girl I initially wanted, Anna, thinking that she was Mandy when we were messaging just hours before.
Mandy and I immediately recognised each other, but we we didn’t show it. I don’t think Anna knew we fucked and it was better that way.
Anna took me back to her room and we fucked through that night until around 9am the next morning. She was late to work. And I needed rest.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ndumqu/m40_i_fucked_someone_thinking_it_was_someone_else