Have you ever heard this story before? I feel like I have told it here before. As we approach Mother's Day, I feel like it is a good time to reshare it.
It was the night before Mother's Day, 2016. I downloaded tinder about 4 p.m., made a quick profile. The very first guy that I swiped right on, I hooked up with that night. He was younger than me. A lawyer. He lived downtown in a semi gentrified area. Tall and so handsome.
We exchanged about 20 messages, and he said if I wanted to come over it needed to be a quickie because he just moved into his place, and he needed to go to the grocery. I said sure, why not. Looking back, I cared very little about myself and my life at the time. I made a lot of recklace decisions. But...he provided me with enough info about him, before I got there, to make me feel like it was safe.
I got there, and he met me outside (because it really wasn't the best neighborhood), with a big black duffle bag over his arm. He takes me inside the front of the building to walk up to his 2nd floor flat, and I am walking ahead of him. He says to me while we are walking up that he doesn't want me to freak out because he doesn't have any furniture. I don't think too much about this, until I am standing right in front of the door, and he has this black duffle bag. I clearly don't think too much about it, because I grab the door knob and enter. Sure enough, he doesn't have any furniture but a desk and a computer in the corner of the room.
He offers me a beer and I drink that right up. He asks me if I want to see the bedroom, but forwarns me that he doesn't have a bed. You guys have seen me in my room on CB. I am pretty unfiltered, and I probably gave him a look like WTF?? But I went in. He had an air mattress.
I still really don't pay too much about the surroundings, cause he was hot, and we've all be there right? He/she is hot. That is what mattered.
I walk over to his window that doesn't have curtains/blinds and he comes up behind me, and starts kissing my neck. You know I love being watched. I love being in front of an open window. He gets a handle on that. That I like to be watched. I'm a little freaky. I take my shirt off in the window. He takes my jeans off. It was so long ago now that I don't really remember the details that landed me face down, ass up on his air mattress. But I do remember the creampie. And I remember round 2.
Mostly, I remember needing to go pee when we were done, and he walked to him closet and got out a white button-down shirt and told me to use that to wipe because he didn't have any toilet paper, because he had just moved in and had told me it had to be a quickie because he needed to go to the grocery store. I did NOT use his shirt to wipe. I just held it.
I ended up hanging out for a while after. I like to learn about people. I didn't mean to stay longer, but he was very interesting. Very intelligent. We diddled for a minute. Everyone likes a milf. We diddled until he made the front page of the local metro section in the paper for lawyer fraud. Did NOT see that coming. Turns out he liked to dabble in meth and that interfered with his career when he would go on benders. He would take his client's money and smoke it then never file their paperwork. Unbelievable. In total honestly, I am someone who likes broke down puppies. I would have tried to help him get out of that legal bind, but he took off. Like he was never there. That was probably the best case scenario for him, until warrants were issued.
Sometimes you fuck someone cause they are hot and it should never be more than that. Other times you fuck someone and then there is something so curious about them that you keep going back because you want to know more. He might have been both. He was a fun fuck though. He was the youngest person I had every fucked.
For a first day, first swipe tinder experience it was absolutely 5 stars. Maybe I should download tinder again this year. Or maybe I will just continue to be sexually deprived by Taco Tom. Choices.
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