Let me start this story by saying I’m a good Catholic girl who doesn’t really do hookups. Usually all the guys I’ve had sex with (all three of them) I have spoken to for some time online… Like weeks of established relationships. So even I was baffled with myself and why I wanted sex with this particular guy who didn’t even want to have dinner with me or drinks. Boredom? Probably to forget my bad date the night before? (But that’s another story.) What I wanted was to be fucked nice and deep, and to stop overanalyzing things about my current state of life.
So he messaged me about meeting up at his apartment and he said he just wanted me to “show up, suck his cock, lie down, get fucked and leave.” I didn’t know how to react to that since prior to this encounter I was usually dined and romanced by my past partners. This was pretty straight forward and no nonsense on his part. A part of me balked at the idea but another part was also very turned on at the idea of being used by a man for his pleasure. And yeah, I was horny. So I got his address and went over like an eager little slut, delighting on how bad I was being by fucking this guy who I knew barely anything about. At least I knew his real name and stuff because we were Facebook friends but that was actually it. And being Irish. I secretly hoped he had a nice accent. ;p