Returning home from a dead Wednesday night out of drinks and strange sexual tension with a friend, an idea struck me, especially since it has been sitting in my head for a while. I decided to download Tinder — a way to pass time, a way to entertain myself, maybe meet someone. I put up some photos of myself and began swiping. Oh boy, meet someone I sure did.
It was about 1 am in the morning and after 15 minutes of swiping and shooting random messages out, I got a typical boring one from this guy, Jake. He was 21 years old, just like me. Light hair, striking blue eyes, toned and nicely built from his profile pictures, Jake kept it very simple with his “Hey. How are you?”. Without much thought, I replied and told him I was honestly about to go to bed. Then, I receive from him, “aw you don’t want to hang out? ):”. Next thing I know, I’m giving him my address and he’s taking an uber over. Growing up with a strict religious upbringing, I never had the chance for sexual exploration with a partner until I moved out for college when I was 19. I always said I never understood casual sex. A year and an ex-boyfriend later, I’m bent at my knees and moaning for the cock of someone I met only 30 minutes ago.