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So, I decided to try this “sex stranger” thing. I’ve heard people talk about it, seen stuff online, and, well, I was curious. Gotta admit, I was also pretty nervous. I mean, it’s a big step, right?
First, I spent some time, you know, getting ready. Showered, shaved, put on some decent clothes. Didn’t want to look like a total slob. I even used a little cologne, the one my ex said she liked. Figured it couldn’t hurt.
Finding Someone
This was the tricky part. I didn’t really know where to start. I’m not the type to just walk up to someone in a bar. So, I did what everyone else does: I went online. Checked out a few, uh, “dating” apps. Swiped around, sent a few messages. Mostly got ignored, to be honest.
Finally, I matched with someone. We chatted for a bit. She seemed cool, down-to-earth. We agreed to meet up. I suggested a coffee shop, you know, keep it casual. Public place, safety first, and all that.
The Meetup
I got there early. Sweaty palms, heart racing. I kept telling myself to chill out. She walked in, and, wow. She was even better looking in person. We made small talk, ordered our coffees. It was a little awkward at first, but then we started to loosen up. We talked about our jobs, our hobbies, the usual stuff.
After a while, we decided to go back to her place. It felt… right. Like we were on the same page.
The, Uh, Main Event
Okay, so we get to her apartment. It’s nice, clean. We’re still talking, laughing a little. Then, things started to get, well, you know… physical.
I’m not gonna go into all the details. Let’s just say it was… intense. New. Exciting. There was a lot of fumbling around, figuring things out. We took it slow. Checked in with each other. Made sure we were both comfortable.
- We talked,a lot.
- It made a big difference.
Afterward
We lay there for a while, just catching our breath. It was quiet, but not awkward. We chatted some more. It felt… good. Like we’d shared something special.
Eventually, I had to go. We said goodbye. It wasn’t weird or rushed. We exchanged numbers.
So, yeah, that’s my story. Was it life-changing? Maybe not. Was it a good experience? Definitely. Would I do it again? I don’t know. Maybe. It’s something I’ll think about. It definitely pushed me out of my comfort zone, and I guess that’s a good thing, right?
