I sometimes think back to the woman who broke me, the one who lead me to do some of the worst things I’ve ever done. The one who was so much fun. I had had a bad sex life until I was about 25, full of awkwardness, bad communication, assumptions, taking verbal abuse, you name it. I was starting to use social media to meet women and had no idea what I was about to get myself into.
I was chatting with two or three women at once and anxious to meet up. One in particular we had great chemistry before even meeting. We had phone sex one night about a week before meeting, which she told me she rarely had. Even more rare is that she came. Knowing that her body orgasmed with my verbal help made me feel so good. But we hadn’t even met yet, so I was open to dates with other women.
I thought I was going to have a hot and heavy date with this other woman who agreed to just flat out come for dinner at my house. Oh boy, I was nervous. I had high hopes that we would end up in bed with her giving me filthy orders in Spanish (that language does things to me).