What’s your gender? Woman
How old are you? 40
What’s your race/ethnicity? White / Caucasian
What continent do you live on? Europe
What country and/or city do you live in? Zaragoza (Spain)
Highest education received: Some college (not currently in college)
What’s your occupation? Shop assistant
What’s your current relationship status? Dating casually
Religious affiliation: Christian
How religious are you? Somewhat
What’s your sexual orientation? Mostly heterosexual
How many sexual partners have you had in your life (including oral sex)? 2
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? 0


How long ago did this hookup happen? 1 week

What was your relationship status at the time? Single

How would you best classify this hookup? One-night stand

How long did you know the person before this hookup? For more than 3 years

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? My boyfriend, with whom I had been going out for more than four years, broke up with me 15 years ago. The experience was so traumatic for me that not only did I cut my relationship with all his friends, but I also wasn’t able to resume my love life. For the last 15 years, I haven’t gone out with anybody, I haven’t had sex with anybody, I haven’t even kissed anybody. Because of all of that, my character has become very bitter and I have ended up losing the relationship with my own friends, so my daily routine consists just of going from home to work and from work to home, doing basically nothing at weekends or holidays, except on special occasions with my family.
There was this one guy, an old schoolmate of my boyfriend, whom I had only met once before, a year before he broke up with me. We were out drinking on our own and we met him and his girlfriend (they would break up as well shortly afterward and then he married his current wife six years later). The four of us had fun together and my boyfriend and I had a laugh because he went in the ladies’ room with her and, regardless of the people banging on the door, they didn’t come out until fifteen minutes later…with quite a satisfied look on their faces.
As I said, I never met him again…until last week. I was arriving home from work and he was walking by. I saw him first and wasn’t going to say anything, but then he spotted me and gave me this huge smile that melted me. I had found him really attractive the first time we met and, though balding, he still had it and was even more athletic and muscular. He approached me, we kissed each other hello and in a few words told each other what we’d been up to for these many years. I noticed the ring on his finger and he noticed that my memories were making me really sad. I was about to cry and he gave me this big, comforting hug, holding me really tight against his strong chest, that somehow lit a spark inside of me that had been off for a long, long time. Still, in his arms, I looked up to him and, even though I knew it was totally inappropriate, offered him my lips. He rejected them and instead whispered in my ear: “You know I’m married, right?” I nodded yes and he whispered again: “Is this your place?” I nodded, he let go of the hug and said plainly: “Let’s go”.

How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? I was so nervous when we walked into the lobby. As we waited for the elevator, he told me how he had always felt attracted to me and how he still had a fond memory of me after all these years, how he had wanted to look for me after he broke up with his then girlfriend but he thought it was creepy and had decided just to wait if destiny may bring us together again. When we got in the elevator, he took me in his arms and gave the most awesome kiss in my life. It was a very romantic moment for me, even if his hands were all over my ass, reaching down as much as possible towards my pussy.
He was being so straight-forward that I was having second thoughts about letting him into my place, but he stopped when the elevator arrived at my floor and then he kissed me much more gently in front of my door, so I decided to go on with it.
I walked him to the living room and asked him if he wanted something to drink. He replied that he just wanted me, which sounded appealing and scary at the same time, especially given the predator look and sly smile on his face. I was considering the possibility of asking him to leave when he approached me, pinned me against the wall and began kissing my neck and sucking on my earlobes. God, he was so good at it! I couldn’t keep his hands off me, unbuttoning my shirt and my jeans, and I thought he was going too fast, but I was really enjoying it and decided to let him take my clothes off if that’s what he wanted to.
In a matter of minutes, he had me completely naked. He told me to take off his clothes, too, which took me quite a long time because my hands were trembling and he just stared at me throughout the whole process, not saying a word, not helping me with any button or zipper. I had to kneel down to pull down his pants and underwear and his hard cock almost slapped my face as it popped out.
I started to get up, but he grabbed my head with both hands, holding me down, and then pulled it towards his cock. I then realized what I had gotten myself into. I thought we were going too far, too fast, but I guessed he would relax once his hard-on had been “handled”, so I began giving him a hand-job. He leaned down, grabbed my chin and whispered in my ear: “No hands.” I really wasn’t in the mood for a blow-job, but I was scared and I wanted him out of my house as soon as possible, so I complied and sucked him as best as I could. I wanted to tell him to warn me when he was about to cum, but I thought it would be better to have him finish quickly, so I just sucked and sucked.
He did let me know when he was about to cum…by holding my head tight so that I wouldn’t back up when he started squirting. He held me all the way down until my forehead touched his stomach and his cock went deep in my throat, choking me, and then he ejaculated. I couldn’t breathe, my eyes were watering and I tried as hard as I could to release myself, but he was too strong for me. He didn’t let go until he stopped ejaculating and I was about to pass out, and he just left me lying on the floor while he headed for the bathroom.

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? I was in the same position, shocked and hoping for him to leave, when he came back to the living room and, instead of taking his clothes, he lifted me in his arms, took me to my room and lay me on my bed. He began kissing my stomach and my sides while I just stayed there motionless. Then he licked my breasts and sucked on my nipples. I fought hard not to get turned on, but he was so incredibly good. I still had the sour taste of his sperm in my mouth, and I still hated him for what he had done to me, when he began kissing my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to my vulva, licking it gently. I could feign not being aroused by what he was doing, but I couldn’t help my labia opening up like a flower and my pussy getting soaking wet.
He knelt down on the floor next to my bed, lifted my legs in the air and began giving me the most unbelievable oral of my life. By then I was tired of pretending and just moaned every time his tongue licked my pussy and whined every time his lips sucked on my clitty. I still hated him and I didn’t want to touch him, so my hands were on my breasts, pinching my nipples, acting as if he wasn’t even there. I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of making me cum, but I knew it was just a matter of time… and not too long. I was muzzling my mouth with my hands so as not to be too loud, but he was sucking on my clitty with his thumb inside my pussy and it all felt so incredibly good that I finally had a huge, intense orgasm that made me scream of pleasure while my whole body shook and my legs clasped. I tried to push his head away, but he grabbed my hands and kept on licking me until I stopped cumming.
Fifteen minutes before I would have slapped and kicked him if he had tried to kiss me, but by then I was totally melted and I couldn’t help kissing him back when he lay down beside me. We made out softly while he gently caressed all my body and I realized that he wasn’t a bad or dangerous guy, that he had just got over-excited and lost control. He was only the second sex partner in my life, but I can say that I have never known or heard of anyone with such a sexual drive before. I could see that, deep inside, he cared about me and my feelings, that he could be a good friend, but his wild side gets all of him when he’s turned on and he acts only upon it.
Little by little, his kisses became more and more lustful, his hands were all over my body and his cock was hard again. I didn’t want to do anything, so I tried to turn my side to him and keep my legs closed, but he managed to make me lie on my side and then slide his dick in between my legs. I closed them hard, but he pushed even harder until the tip touched my pussy; then he hugged me from behind and began massaging my breasts and playing with my clitty. I tried to release myself from his arms, but he was much too strong for me. I felt stupid and guilty, because his cock on my pussy, his hands on my breasts and clitty and the feeling of being molested was making me so horny. I had always fantasized about being raped, but I thought it was just a fantasy and that I would never act upon it if faced with such a situation.
After a few minutes, my legs unconsciously relaxed and his cock began penetrating me. I hated him so much for what he was doing to me… and I wanted it so much. I was thankful because he went in very slowly and gently. My pussy was soaking wet, but I hadn’t had sex for 15 years (and my boyfriend and I didn’t really do it that much, anyway) and it was hurting a little bit. We stayed in that position, having gentle, slow sex until his whole thing slid inside of me, I relaxed even more and started enjoying it.
He told me he wanted to fuck me doggy-style. I said I found it degrading and I preferred something more “classic”, but he grabbed my hips, flipped me around and entered me from behind, this time not so gently as before. Again, another fantasy of mine I thought I would never act upon, and again, horny as hell.
Having told him that I didn’t want to do it like that, I didn’t want to show that I liked it, but after a while, when I could feel my second orgasm building inside of me, he just stopped moving. At first, I didn’t know what to do, but then my instincts took over and I began banging back and forth, moaning to the top of my lungs. I wanted him to move in unison so that he’d go deeper and harder, and he did a few seconds before I started cumming… and he went on and on throughout the whole orgasm… and afterward. I knew what was going to happen and I knew there was no stopping it. He was thrusting inside of me like an animal, holding on hard to my hips, until I heard him groan and I felt his sperm squirting inside of me.

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 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? He pulled out and I felt his cum pouring out of my pussy. I asked him if he’d had a vasectomy or anything; he said no. He said that he was clean, that he expected me to be clean from then on and that birth control would be my responsibility. From his words, I understood that he liked me and that he was going to come back for more. He wrote down my address and we exchanged phone numbers. That evening I went to get a plan B; the next morning I got an appointment with my gynecologist to get a prescription for contraceptive pills; then I texted him that I was leaving a copy of my house key stuck to the door sill and that I didn’t want him to let me know in advance whether he’s coming… just sneak in and fuck the shit out of me. He still hasn’t texted back, but I know he’s read the message and he’ll be coming any time.

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, Attraction to partner(s), Learning new things, experimenting, Emotional intimacy, closeness, connection, Hoping or expecting it would lead to something more, Thought it was an important experience to have, To feel better about myself, To feel more desirable, To feel more confident, To cheer myself up, I was feeling lonely, Submission / Relinquishing power, Didn’t want to disappoint my partner, Boredom, Just happened, I don’t know why, just went along with it, It was easy / convenient, I didn’t want it but was unable to stop it

How intoxicated were you? Not at all (no alcohol or drugs)

How intoxicated was your partner? Not at all (no alcohol or drugs)

How wanted was this hookup for you at the time? A little bit

Did you consent to this hookup at the time? I didn’t give a clear ‘yes’, but I didn’t give a ‘no’

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

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

To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? Nobody

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? A little bit

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

Do you regret this hookup? A little bit

What was the BEST thing about this hookup? Awesome sex after 15 years of abstinence.

What was the WORST thing about this hookup? He totally used me.

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

All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? A little negative

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? This has been my first casual sex experience so far.

What do you think about the Casual Sex Project? Nice stories, I think I wouldn’t have done this if it weren’t for them.

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