Location: North Carolina
Highest education received: Some college (not currently in college)
Religious affiliation: Spiritual
How religious are you? Not at all
Sexual orientation: Mostly heterosexual
Any other term(s) that describe your sexual orientation/sexuality better/best? bicurious
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? 0
How long ago did this hookup happen? A month ago
How would you best classify this hookup? Fuck buddies, Love-making buddies
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 has a gorgeous head of hair and huge strawberry blonde beard that sits on his adorable face. His frame suggests that he drinks beer (as he assuredly does) often, but I love it. I think he’s gorgeous. The way he looks at me is unnerving at times. That isn’t a typical experience for me which entices me all the more. He is gregarious, witty, talented, handsome and charming and I have little to no defenses against his wiles although I have tried my damnedest to not let him be aware of this fact. (I’m not so sure I’ve been very successful in that effort but if you were me looking at him you would understand why.)
We met a couple of years ago at one of his shows. He is a musician and hooking up with him goes against everything I rationally know as a woman but, like I said, his charm is some pretty serious stuff. We became acquaintances that would see each other from time to time at shows and music festivals. His band played a show for my birthday one year and he attempted to get in my panties that night but I was plastered, to say the least, and didn’t really know him that well so I resisted and he just cuddled me to sleep instead. I had a tiny fondness in my heart for him from then on. We saw each other here and there a couple times after that and then I ended up in his city one night (we live four hours apart) and the beer was flowing and we were all dancing and having a good time and he followed me into the bathroom at one point and gave me one of my favorite kisses ever, I think. Later that night was the first time we had sex. It was kinky and attentive and I loved it. He’s the dirtiest gentleman I’ve ever slept with and it drives me crazy with lust.
How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? We’ve hooked up a couple of times since then over the past year and a half or so and the most recent one happened the last time his band played in my town. (God, I sound like a groupie but I’m not. It’s just this man. He’s unintentionally cast some sort of spell over me.) I had broken it off with the guy I was seeing a couple of weeks before and shortly after I ended that I wanted to send the message to this man that I was a single lady again. So, I sent him a sexy photo. Classy. But sexy enough to get his attention. He texted me and asked if the bf was still a thing and I told him no. (Both knowing he was going to be playing in my town in the next couple of days.) The sexual tension began then. He came to town. Played his show. His band stayed at my house. We stayed up until the wee hours of the morning drinking and listening to music and carrying on. All the while knowing we are about to give it to one another when the end of this party came. We finally slipped away quietly to retire to my bed around 4 in the morning.
What happened DURING the hookup? What sexual behaviors took place (e.g., oral, vaginal, anal, kinky stuff)? How did you feel during it? Did you have an orgasm? Did your partner(s)? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? This man and I fuck like champions. (Drunk champions but champions nonetheless.) We started by intensely making out which lead to him going down on me. He brought himself up to me after he went down on me for about 10 minutes and put himself in my mouth. I blew him and we started fucking shortly after. He fucks like a man. Alternating between slow and shallow and quick and deep. He sucked on my toes and massaged my legs while he fucked me. It’s like he can read my mind sometimes. He’s such a body worshiper. Constantly telling me how sexy and beautiful I am. He’s respectful and filthy at the same time. It drives me mad. I want to do whatever I can to please him. We were drunk and no one came but orgasm is never the real focus with us, I feel like. (At least it isn’t for me.) It’s more about pleasing one another. Our sex is so intuitive and passionate and attentive and kinky that, that is good enough for me. If someone should happen to cum that’s just an awesome added bonus.
We went back and forth fucking one another for a while. The passion just became more and more intense right along with the kink factor as this sexcapade continued on. We stopped intermittently to cuddle and make out and drink water and catch our breath. It began as fucking but turned into love making at some point and then back to fucking and then to love making. He ended up fingering my asshole at the crescendo point of this romping and I was pretty much putty in his arms after that. We finally collapsed into snuggling and both passed out pretty quickly. We woke up a couple of hours later and this time he fucked me to get off. It was okay though. It felt primal and I liked it. He fucked me hard and quick. I rolled over after and we snuggled and petted and kissed and that led to one final round where he came again. I never came but the passion ignited me enough. (I have a hard time cumming with someone I’m not in love with.) We laid there and cuddled a bit more then started to hear the rest of the band stirring in my living room so we got up and clothed ourselves around 10 that next morning. We were all in a post drunk state of mind so there was a lot of meandering through the house gathering ourselves and our thoughts and we would pass by one another and touch or kiss. They left after about an hour of waking up. He walked out last and as he walked down the stairs he turned around and walked back up them to give me a final kiss goodbye.
What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? Did you discuss STI history? None and no. We’re stupid. Our lust for one another is blinding (so is alcohol).
What were your REASONS for having this hookup? I hook-up with this man because I innately trust him. I feel safe with him. We are learning each other’s bodies as time progresses which just leads to better and better sex. We are kindred spirits and I love the openness that we allow one another to experience with very little strings attached.
Were alcohol or drugs involved? If so, how much? So much beer and a tiny bit of cocaine. But it wasn’t a booze or drug addled happening.
What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it? What are your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? After the hook-up we texted and sexted from the time I woke up until I went to sleep for almost three weeks. We got to know one another a little better and we actually have quite a bit in common. We flirted our faces off and my ability to view him as purely a sex partner became a bit convoluted. I’ve had a a little school girl crush on this boy and have been having really good sex with him when we encounter one another for around a year and a half. That coupled with menstrual brain gave me a bout of temporary insanity and I told him that I wanted to get to know him better (even though that’s what we were already doing). I didn’t mean I wanted to be in anything resembling a committed relationship but I think he sort of took it that way and the conversation has moved from a daily thing to a random text to the other every couple of days. We explained what our intentions with one another are and they are the same but my actually vocalizing a wanting to get to know him has made me be standoffish. I think he feels the same as I do but knows the more we communicate the more we connect and the more we connect the more there is a want for something more. Something more is just not a possibility for myself or him right now so, unfortunately, the convo dying down is necessary. Who knows what the future will bring, though. I know I will see him again and I will make love to him again. Outside of that I have no visions or expectations.
To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? I talked to my closest gal pals about it. They know that I have a sort of ongoing hook-up crush thing with this guy so they knew it was going to happen also. They thought it was sweet.
Was this a consensual and/or wanted experience for you? For your partner? Yes. Totally.
Do you regret this hookup? If so, why? Not at all.
What was the BEST thing about this hookup? How about the WORST? Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? BEST: I feel like my sexual prowess has been reawakened after a series of really fucked up relationships. I get to experience openness and some intimacy with someone with no fear or insecurity and it is wonderful. The passion is unlike anything I can recall. When we fuck there are moments when it feels like we’re the only two people alive.
The anticipation for the next time we see one another.
WORST:The anticipation for the next time we see one another. Being a woman and identifying with the feminine, I find that I crave our connection sometimes. I want to give him whatever he wants and that is really crazy to me because I don’t really know him well enough to have thoughts like that. My biology, head, and heart are in conflict as a result of the profundity of our connection. (Profound for me, anyway. I am unsure in what ways I stir him.)
It has changed the way I view casual sex. I was unaware that sex could be so connected when two people know so little about one another. We are both spiritual human beings and I think going into this we are, more or less, on the same level emotionally. That allows us to allow one another to feel safe and sexy. It is indescribable how much those factors alone make a really enjoyable sexual encounter. I have held out for the past year or so really. Only having sex with 3 people this whole past year because I really hate how vapid and emotionless most casual sex is. He has given me a new understanding of how beautiful and fun casual sex can be and there is no way I could ever have an experience that was any less than that and be fulfilled. He raised the bar, for certain.
All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? A little negative
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