There’s a first time for everything…
I matched with this super cute Asian dude. He looked a little like a bro, all muscles and great hair and floral tank tops. Right off the bat he was asking what I was into. He asked about spanking, hair pulling, choking, bondage, slapping, verbal degradation, a couple others I don’t remember but wish I did. I said spanking and hair pulling were a definite yes, and although I hadn’t experienced the others before, I’d try anything once, wink wink.
The first night we met we saw a movie and ended up back in his car. We talked for a long while about past relationships, personal struggles, really deep shit that truly doesn’t belong in a first date but I loved it. He was so smart and I enjoy sex (or whatever was about to happen that night) so much more after I’ve dug into a person’s brain a little.
Finally we started making out. Slowly at first, but suddenly we were both fairly ravenous for each other. He was breathing hard, gripping the back of my neck, running his fingers through my hair and pulling lighting, then not so lightly. He pulled my head back and kissed my neck as I fumbled with his shirt, wanting to feel more of his skin.