When Extremely Carnal Minds Collide…



What’s your gender? Man
How old are you? 34
What’s your race/ethnicity? White / Caucasian
What continent do you live on? North America
What country and/or city do you live in? United States
Highest education received: Post-graduate degree (eg., MA, MS, PhD, JD, MD)
What’s your occupation? Operations
What’s your current relationship status? Single
Religious affiliation: Christian
How religious are you? A little
What’s your sexual orientation? Heterosexual
Any other term(s) that describe your sexuality or sexual identity? Sapiosexual
How many sexual partners have you had in your life (including oral sex)? 110
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? 0

When extremely carnal minds collide…

How long ago did this hookup happen? 2 days

What was your relationship status at the time? Single

How would you best classify this hookup? First of Many (hopefully!)

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? He is a man-beast, carnivore incarnate, motivated by carnal avarice and wearing only the mask of civility.
She could sip from that cup.

It took very little after reading those words she had written, for my mind to take hold of a potent and intoxicating realization. Here was a woman who had just as brazenly intelligent, just as dark and carnal a mind…as I did. Something I have rarely ever encountered before. And she had to be mine.

I have been with close to a hundred women, but Lissa was hands-down the most capable and sexually experienced woman I had come across to this point in my sex-life. She was also probably the smartest woman I had encountered sexually, which defined the supreme level at which she moved in the bedroom. After all, these attributes often go hand-in-hand. I know this intimately as it is the nature of my being as well.

It took quite the intellectual prowess, especially when confined solely to text and one’s literary skills, to coax this wolf from her den. It took a careful patience, a nuance of subtlety, to get close enough without getting bit. I had no delusions the time and effort this would take. But this was of no concern to me, as I had to have her.

For the first time in as long as I can remember, I actually felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when thinking about how I would approach her. It was this tingling I only knew from my first days of dating, when the challenges seemed so great, and the unsureness of my abilities in surmounting them. But this was different. By this point in my life, I lacked not in skill sets or confidence. So this rare feeling, that I hadn’t known in such a lot time, served to quicken me greatly. Like the feeling of a calm before the storm, the eerie silence before a battle. After all, there is no courage without fear, and no true victory without the real threat of defeat. These were the feelings I had as the night of our date approached.

How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? In the digital shit-show of online dating, a man usually has to meet his date out at a planned place. “You know, before they invented stalkers and the internet in 2000, men used to pick their dates up.” I sarcastically jabbed at her, just to see how she would respond. “You can pick up me up,” she said, “that probably wouldn’t be the most dangerous thing I’ve done today.” God I love a woman who can dish it back at me as hard as I give it to her. And as I was soon to realize…this would be only the first exchange of the evening, that such delightful sparring would occur.

Now with free reign over the direction of our date, I set us up with a myriad of differing places and activities. I wanted to be prepared for anything and everything. I had plans for interesting food and drink, for dancing, for art and literature, for ambiance and atmosphere. I jabbed again at her, to make sure and “come prepared” for anything. She did not disappoint, and remembered to bring her dancing shoes. This is the level and caliber of female we are talking about.

We actually only ended up at two places, and no one least of all me, would have complained about that. We had a drink at this eclectic dive bar, but both hadn’t eaten yet. And so I moved up the time table to the nice restaurant I had already selected. It probably shouldn’t have been a surprise that she actually knew this restaurant well, and was also quite a fan.

The dinner experience was a beautiful portrayal of what you try and imagine as the perfect dinner date. Remember those times when everything just clicked. Remember when every detail ran seamlessly into the next, when the conversation flowed effortlessly. That was this dinner. The drinks, the food, our waiter, the entirety of the atmosphere, all in perfect balance. And as almost as a matter of evolution, our conversation drifted into its destiny…the topic of sex.

For those men who do not know this, a woman on a first date is going to test you, both consciously and subconsciously. And this is by no means a bad thing. I love when a woman starts testing me, because that means she’s interested. And even more importantly, I’m pretty confident that I can pass those tests. She wants to know what type of man you are and how you will react to what she asks of you. But I also knew that Lissa was not like other women. I knew that the bar for my answers was going to be exceptionally high. For me however, this Everest of challenges is what I live for; to overcome these immense obstacles and come out on the other side the victor. And while I did choose my words carefully at times, this arena is very much my wheel house, and the answers I gave, authentically and intrinsically who I am. Combined with my strong belief that our minds were so insanely similar, I had the confidence to know that what I had to say to her was both hugely genuine and accurate, in what she was seeking from me.

After this quite enjoyable exchange, a subtle smile started to come across her face; one that can only be described as the smile a woman has when she has heard something very pleasureful to her, to her ears, and to her mind. “That was the right answer.” she gently quipped as she took a nice strong sip of her drink. The last question she asked had everything to do with the stare in her eyes, rather than the actual words from her lips. The exact words I don’t recall, and in all honesty, they didn’t matter- not one fucking bit. Her eyes had said it all, for the right man who understood her. She had opened the door for me to lead her away. And it took nothing else for me to assume this role, the type of man that I inherently am. I looked just as intently back into her eyes as she did mine. “Let’s get out of here,” was all I said.

After several drinks, we both decided to go to the restrooms before we left. There was this long hallway tucked off in the corner, with individual bathrooms like very nice restaurants often do. I came out first and waited in the hallway. But what I realized was that I couldn’t wait, not any longer. The euphoric buzz of overwhelming and intoxicating chemistry was palpable. I had to have her, if not just a taste to quell my mind and body for a moment. She barely got out and through the door when I attacked her, kissing her forcefully and pushing her ass back against the hallway table. I almost could have taken her right there, if it weren’t for what would have been seen as very uncouth behavior in a very quality and respectable establishment. I took her by the hand and led her out. I actually don’t even remember what we talked about on the way back to her place, my mind thoroughly soaked in erotic thought of the carnal acts to come.

What happened DURING the hookup? What sexual behaviors took place (e.g., oral, vaginal, anal, kinky stuff)? How did you feel during it? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? She poured a nice meaty red wine and we sat sipping, curled up together on the couch, engaged in the type of mental foreplay that stimulates intellectuals. Knowing the shared interest in better living through chemistry, I had brought a myriad of party favors should the evening call for it- however I didn’t bring them in. But I should have known, because Lissa was already prepared. She brought out some very good coke and proceeded to carve up some nice lines on the marble countertop. With coke and hormones now coursing through our veins, we could wait no longer.

I start peeling her sleek black dress up and off of her as she sits on top of me. Her whole beautiful body screaming of sex. I pull my own shirt over my head and lose my pants immediately. She puts one hand on my cock and then reaches with the other over to the coffee table, and picks up her phone. She puts on the camera and hands it to me, and then proceeds to slide her lips over my head and down my shaft. I look at her, through the lens on her phone, as she first makes eye contact, and then starts to draw her lips and tongue back up my shaft.

But soon I long to taste her as well. I turn her around and put her back against the couch. She initially scoots into a more traditional position. I shake my eyes at her and pull her torso back down towards the edge of the couch. I wanted the entirety of her pink parts within my grasp and reach of my tongue. I hesitate for a second, breathing hot and heavy air right above her clit, before piercing those beautiful ridges and folds with the forceful tip of my tongue. I slide up the groove from her hole to her clit, licking my finger to pave the way. I slide up and in with my middle finger, and curl up into her warm soft g-spot. I rub and lick, hard and slow, massaging her erotic pressure points with torturous precision. But I’m not done yet.

I pull her up a little more, drop my head and bury my tongue deep into her asshole. “Oh my god,” she moans, as her back reactively arches up. I lick my other middle finger and slide it inside. Penetrating ever bit of her underside with my hands, I start sucking forcefully upon her clit, drawing the blood flow and pulling it out more and more, engorging an even better target for me to administer her pleasure. Her breathing changes, her body starts to writhe. Her legs clench up tight as a powerful orgasm shudders throughout her pelvis and her whole body quivers. I feel myself getting even more rock hard than I already was, as I watch her cum, taste her cum, feel her cum, with her clit held tightly in place by my tongue, my one finger smoothly against her now soaking g-spot, and my other finger deep within her ass. I hold for a few more seconds and then disengage from the deep enveloping of her body, as she lets go of one last forceful shudder as I slowly withdraw my fingers.

We pause for a second and she cuts up a few more lines. We rip all of them but one, which I then take and neatly line up on her ass. Some awesome coke off what was an amazing ass, and we were just getting started. I poured some ice cold vodka into a glass for us to share. She goes and gets this metal mouth piece. “Do you know what this is?” she asked. “I want you to face fuck me and video tape it, so I can masturbate to it later” she says. She only had to ask once.

We decide to take this into her bedroom. “See that case down there? Get out anything you want,” she says. I opened the lid and it seemed like the scene right out of Pulp Fiction where Vincent opens the case, and all you see is this glowing light emanating from within. Toys and ties, cuffs and straps, a ball gag and rope, dildos and vibrators. And yes, I was hell bent on using all of them on her.

She climbs onto the bed and proceeds to put the mouth bar in. I draw my finders through her hair, gripping tight on the back of her head. I slide my cock into her forcefully held mouth. I push to the back of her throat, just long enough to give her the first gag of ecstasy and stoppage of breath she was looking for. I push my cock in and out, slow and hard, giving her just enough time to grab her next breath. The moans come from deep inside, the tears running down her face, as a document the occasion as requested, for her masturbatory pleasure later.
I take out the mouth piece and kiss her forcefully as a massive amount of drool and saliva drip down both of our chins. She then takes out a dual pronged curved vibrator, and inserts the larger end, with the other cupping her clit tightly. I then proceed to take out leather restraints, strapping them upon her wrists and ankles. I clip her legs up and back to her wrists. I look forcefully at her with the most depraved of intents in my eyes. “I am going to devour you now, literally devour you,” I say.

I lean down and slowly bite at my pray, putting slight teeth marks upon her neck and breasts. I slide my hand up and wrap tightly around her throat. “Choke me and fuck me hard” she snarls at me with this equally depraved look in her eyes. I force the ridge of my forehead against hers and slide my cock deep inside her. She tries to squirm but that this point I am holding down every part of her body. I start gently…just to fuck with her. And then I push forcefully with all of my body against hers. I fuck her slow and hard, feeling the pulse of her carotid artery against my fingertips. I push her up the bed with my hips, clench her throat tighter, pull her head back with her hair tightly within my other hand, and repeatedly bang her hard against the headboard.

I give her just enough time and air, for her to beg me to fuck her harder. I watch as her body shakes and quivers again, as I angle my cock into her g-spot. I stop just long enough to let her cum and enjoy her orgasm, before I start again. An hour passes as I suck, fuck, and grind every bit of sexual energy she has, out of her body. Her begging softens to subtle cries. She wants fucked more, but now lacks the energy to forcefully declare it. Drenched in sweat, saliva, and cum, I finally relinquish my control of her.

If you’re wondering why there is no mention in the way of a money shot or something, it’s because there wasn’t one, nor did there need to be one. Orgasm is often part of the experience, but does not need to be absolute. This dance was as much a mental one as it was a physical one. I had wanted this girl more than I had wanted anyone in a long long time, potentially ever. And I wanted to devour her- that was my goal, and that is where I derived my extreme pleasure…as well as giving her hers in every way, shape, and form she desired.

I left that night on such a sex-high, it was difficult to contain and formulate my thoughts. Instead of getting off the highway at my exit to go home, I ended up driving 5 more exits up the interstate, just to think and process. I took an extra 45 minutes to go home and come back down to any resemblance of reality. Being brutally aware I wouldn’t be able to sleep otherwise, I laid down to masturbate to the amazing visuals in my head of this mind blowing encounter. I remember shaking hard as I came, similar to the writhing spasms Lissa had had just a few hours earlier. Instead of looking down for what I had to clean up, I instead had to turn the lights back on, because there was nothing there. I had shot so forcefully, I found myself cleaning off the wall, headboard, and nightstand before I was done.

How sexually satisfying was this hookup? Very

Did you have an orgasm? No, but I was close

Did your partner have an orgasm? Yes, multiple

What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it the next day? What are/were your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? It is such an awestriking rarity to achieve such an amazing level of super-kinky mind blowing fucking, to occur between two individuals the very first time. This is usually a level of comfortability and understanding that takes at least a little while to amass. But coming full circle to the beginning, I wanted this girl so badly because I knew the potential our minds had together. I knew given how similarly dark and carnal our minds were, that it would not be hard to probe deep into the depths of depravity from the very first moments of meeting each other.

Where this story goes from here is still to be known. One would think its continuation would be a given. But I have had crazier unforeseen outcomes that surprised the shit out of me, especially in the arena of sex. I guess only time will tell. And if it does, hopefully another amazing story to write along with it…

What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? (Check all that apply) Condoms

What were your motives for this hookup? Fun, pleasure, horniness, Attraction to partner(s), Learning new things, experimenting, Hoping or expecting it would lead to something more, Thought it was an important experience to have, Intoxication

How intoxicated were you? A little tipsy/high

What substances did you consume? Alcohol, Cocaine

How intoxicated was your partner? A little tipsy/high

What substances did your partner(s) consume? Alcohol, Cocaine

How wanted was this hookup for you at the time? Very

Did you consent to this hookup at the time? I gave enthusiastic consent

How wanted was this hookup for your partner at the time? Very

Did your partner(s) consent to this hookup? They gave enthusiastic consent

To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? No one yet.

How would you best summarize people’s reactions about this hookup? I didn’t tell anyone

Did you get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? Not at all

Did your partner get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? Not at all

Do you regret this hookup? Not at all

What was the BEST thing about this hookup? Finding someone with similar a sexual and non-sexual mind as I have.

What was the WORST thing about this hookup? If it doesn’t happen again lol.

Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? This was some of, and possibly thee best “first time sex with someone” experience I’ve ever had. Naturally, it makes me want more of it.

All things considered, how POSITIVE was this experience? Very positive

All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? Not at all negative

Anything else you want to add about this hookup? I think my answers above were long and detailed enough.

What are your thoughts on casual sex more generally, the role it has played in your life, and/or its role in society? What would you like to see changed in that regard? It is a very integral part in having a fulfilling sex life. Naturally, I wish it was more accepted.

What do you think about the Casual Sex Project? I think it’s amaze-balls that you guys are doing this. I hope you gain more and more press and attention about it in the future.

You have a hookup story to share? Submit it here!