Sometimes I had nothing in common with the guy but there was a sexual spark. In "real life", he was the ultimate knob. He didn't fit with my politics, my views, I'd never have introduced him to my friends. In bed, though, he was passionate, eager, energetic.
For a while, we'd hook up every six weeks. But there were a lot of negatives. It could feel … seedy. Where do you go for sex? I didn't feel comfortable taking someone back to my place, as he'd then know where I lived, and I live alone.
If we went back to his, I'd have no idea what to expect. With "Aldgate East", we had to walk through a pub to get to the bedroom and I swear there was a train going through the lounge. You're trusting people you barely know. After a few dates with "Manchester", I agreed to visit his hotel room next time he was in London.
I'd always been diligent about practising safe sex, but he had trouble getting in the mood with the condoms and went against my wishes at the last moment. The next morning I wrote him an angry text. I've never felt so violated.
Most often, though, I didn't have sex at all. I generally left home open to the possibility but found, when my date showed up, that I didn't want to see him again, let alone see him naked. There was no spark, or he was dull or gross or just too pushy. One date chased me to the tube trying to shove his tongue down my throat. Another — who started promisingly — changed after his second drink, spilling a glass of wine on me without apologising, and cutting me off each time I spoke. It can be harder to walk away when you've met through Tinder.
When you're matched, you can spend days — in some cases, weeks, months — exchanging messages, texting and working yourselves up, filling in the gaps with your imagination. By the time you meet, you've both invested so much, you've raised your hopes and his. In some ways Tinder can even work against you finding a partner. I met one guy who was a likely contender for a boyfriend.
We went on five dates without sex, just a kiss and a hug. Then one night, he arrived at my place stinking of booze and likely high on something. The sex was over in seconds — a massive anticlimax after such a build-up.
We never saw each other again. If we'd met another way, that could have been a blip, an awkward beginning. On Tinder everything's disposable, there's always more, you move on fast. You start browsing again, he starts browsing — and you can see when anyone was last on it. If five days pass with no messaging between you, it's history. At times, Tinder seemed less like fun, more like a gruelling trek across an arid desert of small talk and apathetic texting.
More than once, I deleted the app, but always came back to it. It was more addictive than gambling. I never dreamed I'd end up dating 57 men in less than a year. I'm off it now. Four months ago, I met a man — "Hackney Boy" — through Tinder and at first, I carried on seeing him and dating others. After a while, he wanted to get more serious. He's older than me and didn't want to waste time with Tinder any more.
I had one last fling with "French Guy", then made a decision to stop. What did Tinder give me? I had the chance to live the Sex and the City fantasy.
It has made me less judgmental and changed my attitude to monogamy too. I used to be committed to it — now I think, if it's just sex, a one-night hook-up, where's the harm?
I'm more open to the idea of swinging, open relationships, which is something I'd never have expected. At the same time, it has taught me the value of true connection. Well back to the scenario we proceeded to walk across the street to hotel holding hands… we made it back to hotel and well got comfy and for him that was getting down into his boxers and his tank top and for me it was loosing one of my t shirts lol.
We layed down thinking of watching tv and he began kissing me touching me and making me feel so damn good Im not gonna lie I got into and chocked him and started kissing his neck all the way down to his dick I began to suck his dick like I never have before and eventually he started to fuck me over and over again then he started hitting me telling me I was a bad girl so hard in the face ii kmew this wasnt going to end well when he didnt stop he hit me harder and harder each time it hurt so bad but I delt with it I looked beyond the tears falling from my eyes then he had me finger his ass and jack him off making me gag on his dick and spitting on my face and making me swallow his spit…..
But I enjoyed it at the same time. He face fucked me for the first timr and wouldnt stop I vomited everywhere he laughed as he pushed my ass into the shower to yet again fuck me again and again and make me feel totally uncomfortable. He said I would be his classy gf in public but in bed I was his bitch and he would make dudes fuck me and watch as I scream. I liked it but I feel so much pain I feel hurt and depressed but yet pleasured I cant walk I cant swallow nor move my mouth.
Im not sure what to feel im so mixed up. What led to it? He planned it I actually tried to come up with an excuse but he came all the way to my town anyway so I thought why not. I told the whole story up above….. What sexual behaviors took place e. 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? Again I told the whole story above. Did you have an orgasm? Did your partner s? I didnt but he did and too many I couldnt count.
What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? Did you discuss STI history? No and no I had no clue sex was an option on the first date im already pregnant. Felt guilty for him already in my town. How did you feel about it? How do you feel about them now?
Idk it just happened I dont knoe hoe I feel I havnt talked to him at all. At first yes until it was violent but then I wouldnt knoe part of me enjoyed it. Do you regret this hookup? No it taught me not to go around saying I love rape porn. What was the BEST thing about this hookup? Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general?...