We met online. It was still the time of a pandemic and multiple lockdowns throughout the year. I was deprived of physical touch. I hadn’t had sex in a year. I hadn’t even hugged anyone in months. Truth is, I didn’t even masturbate. Turns out, the whole “use it or lose it”-thing is actually true. As long as I didn’t touch myself, I didn’t feel the desire to. Which is weird, because usually my sex drive was pretty high.
At first he didn’t even stand out to me. But I matched with him anyway. He was pretty insistent. Once we started talking, it never really stopped. We got to know each other first, quickly moved onto flirting and eventually we got to the good stuff.
Now, there something I should tell you upfront. I’m a slut. I’m a dirty, disgusting slut. I love sex. I love it as hard, rough and dirty as possible. Of course I didn’t immediately tell him this. It might scare him away. He seemed experimental enough, but I wasn’t sure. Didn’t want to be too presumptious. Either way, he was cute enough and funny enough to have a drink with. We planned a date.