I can’t say that many of my boring dates led me to swirling my tongue around a good load of sperm, but I do love a good exception to the rule.
The thing with RAOBJ dating, to call it that, is that the promise of sex salvages otherwise boring meetups. On Tinder, this date would have ended with polite excuses as soon as we split the bill amicably. But this time we lingered after one too many awkward silences, after a rather boring conversation, if only because he knew I’d be down on my knees and sucking his big dick.
It was only fair to assume that… since I had advertised it on Reddit.
I know no one is surprised that it turned out to be so boring in practice, but I honestly was. On paper, everything had looked good: he was handsome, successful, likely single, kind, and horny. The only thing missing was, well, IRL chemistry. That should have ended the date at the bill, shouldn’t it?
But I was horny, so was he, and we needed to get off.