What’s your gender? Man
How old are you? 35
What’s your race/ethnicity? White / Caucasian
What country and/or city do you live in? Granada, Spain
Highest education received: College degree (eg., BA, BS)
What’s your occupation? Teacher
What’s your current relationship status? Single
Religious affiliation: Atheist
How religious are you? Not at all
What’s your sexual orientation? Heterosexual
What was your relationship status at the time? Single
How would you best classify this hookup? Fuck-buddies / Booty call
How long did you know the person before this hookup? For less than a week
Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup? We met at a hotel after video chatting on Tinder.
How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? Rina did.
If we were not both consumed by the sexual jealousy of our own imaginations, we would have fallen in love forever. We would record ourselves doing it, then watch it back ten minutes later, and masturbate holding hands.
When we were having breakfast one morning she looked up at me with her terrible coquettish smile and, leaning over, told me she wasn’t wearing any panties. She held her gaze on me as I held her hand. The waiter held our table while we rushed back upstairs.
Her father died when she was 4. I asked her if that could explain her sexual appetite; maybe. She told me she’d slept with around 200 men. I guessed it was closer to 500. Touching her arm was enough to make her wet. She would constantly be looking up at me, pleading, seductive, the darkest most devious little love smile I ever saw. I never learned how to resist it. We had total control over each other’s bodies and spent hours exercising it in our rented room.
She closed her eyes and our hands caressed her. She would come 5 or 6 times an hour, her wet thighs trembling like a newborn horse. Each shudder of anesthetic joy no less miraculous or delicious to her than that first strange teenage shiver. Her helpless pleading moans of ecstasy were the most delicious thing on earth. That true cry from the heart did the same thing to my heart as spring does to the trees. That sound – that dark look in her eyes, the way our bodies would fall together, like two waves finally reaching their shore – is perhaps the only thing I have ever really understood, the only thing I have ever truly loved.
We eventually fell in love, of course, but couldn’t trust each other. Neither believed the other could be faithful. Now that she’s gone I love her even more, of course. One too many goodbyes in this sad brown world we’re all vaulted in. She liked me, she said, because I made love to her. The other boys just fucked her. I would kiss her softly and could feel all of her heart, too, in the way kissed me.
At night she held onto me tightly, like a child scared of falling off the earth. She spoke in a soft voice and woke up, without having dreamt, in the same position, and we would make love slower than the dawn shadows climbing the walls, with the impossible tenderness of two lovelorn creatures lost in eternity, quietly moaning together in the blue half-light.
Other times I would tie her to the bed and bring her to a frenzy, showering her for hours with careful little strokes and kisses, whispering delicious filth close to her ear, her eyes closed, until her whole body was under my command and trembled at the faintest touch and she’d cum over and over before I even put it in her.
I knew she was seeing other boys during the week, and she knew I was seeing other girls too. We both hated the situation and loved each other. But neither of us could stop ourselves, or the other, from the seduction of those sweetly unfamiliar new embraces.
Yet still, we kept coming back to each other. We couldn’t resist those hours of pure animistic joy, that close naked delirium, her soft voice that was almost sincere, saying that she was mine, all mine forever so that at times we both believed it.
We are still tied together now, although she is far, far away someone else’s arms. Our pure little white fire was too strong to ever really die and keeps me going back to her now, clutching after her through memories and words, like a junkie crawling through the shadows.
How sexually satisfying was this hookup? Very
Did you have an orgasm? Yes, more than one
Did your partner have an orgasm? Yes, multiple
What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? (Check all that apply) None
What were your motives for this hookup? Fun, pleasure, horniness
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