So I’m aware that this sounds like one of those porn story lines that never actually happen in real life – but I assure you this is a real story that occurred beginning of this year. Looking back I sometimes find it hard to believe myself, but from time to time I get really aware of what happened and, inevitably, fantasise about it.
2018. I met this guy, I call him Joe, on a night out. We hooked up, and didn’t stop doing so for almost eight months. It was just pure raw sex in the beginning, but eventually feelings started to evolve. Shortly before summer, we finally decided to give things a serious go, but as we were in different countries for most of the summer, things got complicated and we broke up after just a couple of weeks, after 8 months of constantly hooking up.