Whenever I look for hookups, it always feels like I’m going undercover. Like a game of cat and mouse.The men matching with me don’t know what a slut I am. I never tell them about the stories I write, my insatiable lust or anything else. To them I’m just another woman on a dating app they need to convince to spread their legs.
Last night was no different. We met at a local bar, close to his place. I tucked away my slutty side and pulled out the sweet, bubbly persona that allows me to fly under the radar. We talked and laughed for nearly 2 hours before he suggested we head to his place. I pretended to think about it before I agreed. He didn’t know the answer was yes before I even went to meet him. We walked the 5 minutes to his apartment, talking the whole way about nothing.
When we arrived I took off my coat then turned to him, a smile plastered on my face, waiting to see what he would do. I always let them lead and think they were seducing me. It was always more fun that way. My patience was rewarded by him closing the gap to kiss me, pulling my body tight against his. I melted into him, looping my arms around his neck. We made out for several long minutes, tongues rolling around eachother, lips sliding and seeking before I pulled away.