“Hey you…I’m over in London for a conference, staying in a hotel on Westminster bridge…see you hear at 11am!?”
My heart pounds as I press send on the message, my hands slick and sweaty with nervous excitement. We’ve known each other for maybe 4 or 5 years, you’re [F44] from London and I’m [M38] from Ireland. We met online and struck up an immediate connection, freely talking, flirting and having some of the most amazing, erotic sexting experiences one could imagine, but we’ve never met in person. I’m in the city for work and my resistance is low, the temptation that has filled me for years finally boils over. I’m nervous, excited and so very aroused at the thought of meeting you. It’s 9am and I’m in the hotel room alone, I have been awake for a couple of hours, my mind wandering from erotic memories of our past sexting and phone calls to new fantasies that I want to share with you. I hear the ping on my phone…you’ve replied. Gulp.
“Haha hello naughty you! Are you serious? You don’t give a girl much notice do you, I am in my way to a 9.30am meeting!”