He [f]ucked me fro[m] behind while the city watched [inexperienced]

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.”

He fucked the Jesus out of me [MF] [inexperienced]

This happened last Monday. It was my eleventh time having sex, and my first time having good sex. I’m 27 and have been sexually repressed for most of my life due to growing up in the church.

I had recently put myself on Tinder with no direct goal in mind. I matched with Issac about two weeks prior, a programmer who speaks Russian. I was instantly attracted to his intelligence and wanted to fuck him – though this was a massive deviation from my conservative personality. As a serial monogamist and ex-Christian, I had only ever been in serious relationships, and I had only had (bad, uninspired) sex with one person prior to this. I didn’t understand sexual chemistry and had yet to explore it.

I texted Issac, simply saying: “I want you to have sex with me.” He responded with messages wrought with delicious insinuation and I felt absolutely, overwhelmingly aroused thinking about having sex with this person that I barely knew. Absence of control and absence of safety – the total antithesis to the safe, boring, long-term relationships I had experienced my entire adult life.