Growing up religious, I’ve been sexually repressed for most of my life, even being guilty to masturbate because the Christian church calls it a sin. I finally decided to lose my virginity only a little over a year ago. My appearance matches my (former) innocence: I’m only 5’3”, thin, small breasts, very pale with dark hair. I’m 28 now, but look more like 20 – no matter what I’m wearing or how much makeup I have on. Fast forward to present – I’ve been seeing Roy, who I matched with on Tinder.
Roy is magnetic. Not a traditional model “hot”, but has this kind of sexy magnetism that draws you in and holds you captive for reasons you can’t explain. He’s tan, with a mess of medium-length curly hair, and has striking green eyes that I can’t stare at for too long without my thoughts melting into a nonsensical puddle. I’ve always been attracted to musicians. Roy has that wiry sort of creative energy about him that translates easily into a lucid sexual energy. Like me, he’s relatively inexperienced, having been with a few others before me. I remember the moment that I had breathlessly confessed to him that I was using Tinder to explore sex – and his answer. “Me, too.”