“Tap, tap, tap!”, go my fingernails against the tabletop as I wait impatiently. Argh! I’m biting my nails again. Why am I so nervous? I need to stop fidgeting! Then I taste a salty bead of sweat as I look at the phone screen. Horrified that I’m sweating like a pig, I rush into the washroom to touch up my make up. Flushed cheeks, a slightly swollen lip and wide bright eyes. I’d never been this nervous before but then again, I’d never felt so attracted to a guy on a dating app before either. I apply some more lipstick, the dark bloody crimson enhancing the sharp contours of my luscious lips. “You’re a smart beautiful woman. You got this!”, I say to my reflection before I leave the washroom.
Walking to my table, I meet his gaze at the entrance. I smile as he saunters towards me. Damn those dimples! I picture myself running my tongue ever so slightly across those shallow dents.
His deep baritone voice jolts me out of my reverie, “Hi.”
“Hi! How you doing?” I greet him a little flustered and gesture him to sit.
He pulls the chair closer to me and sits down. “I’m not good at small talk.”
“Oh?”
“I like getting to the point. Or position if you prefer.” He crosses his arms across his chest and leans back lazily against the chair.
His movement so fluid, so smooth, my mind wanders once again.
Snapping out of it, I lean forward with my chin resting on my palm and say “I like to take things slow, I like the tease, the anticipation and the eventual craving. I think you will too.”
I get up, down my drink and walk towards the dance floor, looking back at him to blow a kiss. I feel my confidence building with this power move. My body starts to relax. I let the alcohol work it’s wicked magic and sway my hips to the beats, dancing at the very edge of the dance floor, making sure that he can still see me. His eyes bore into mine with what I interpreted as hunger. I sway my hips a little more and run my hands over the length of my torso and raise them up and let the buzz of the alcohol direct the rest of my movements.
I’m lost now. Drifting among the bodies of the drunken lonely. This has always been my favourite part of the night, where I let go and break the shackles of the perception of self. Suddenly my momentary release into Oblivion is interrupted by a handsome man gently holding on to my arm. “May I dance with you?” he asks moving closer.
“I’m sorry but I’m with someone else right now”, I reply and turn towards our table. I had him. I know I did. His gaze solely fixed on me, his fingers drumming the table and his legs restless. Locking eyes with his, I continue to dance. My hips convey the depth of my desire as I make subtle grinding motions. All of a sudden, I feel the hard length of someone’s erection against my backside. I gasp at this unwanted contact and turn around. The man from earlier is grinding against my body. I push him away and walk off the dance floor towards my table.
“Don’t leave me like this honey, let’s have some fun”, says the asshole grabbing my elbow. “Let go” I say clenching my teeth.
“Oh come on baby, give me some of that ass”.
In one swift motion, I crash my heels into the tender parts between his legs, ram my elbow against his shoulder blade and choke him with my other arm.
“Firstly, I’m not your honey. Secondly, don’t you dare ever lay hands on me again. Do you hear me?!”, I scream.
“Sawwrrrryyy, y-y-yus!”, he mumbles.
I squeeze my elbow around his neck one last time and drop him to the floor.

“This woman! Why is she wasting my time?” I think to myself as she walks to the dance floor but I can’t help myself from watching her. Her body moves like calm ripples on water in the early hours of the morning. She knows she’s got my attention. I watch her dance, first to get my attention and then to capture it. She looks almost ethereal in that light, moving her body with no care for the world. I feel myself get hard as she starts to run her hands over her body and in her hair. Wow, this is so sensual and damn she’s right. I’m starting to love it.
I’m mesmerized and I don’t want to ever stop watching her dance. So when that jackass made a move on her, I got up instinctively to protect “my woman”. Little did I know, that this little minx hardly needed any help. With a movement that can only be described as gracefully feminine, she kicked the bastard in his balls. My body reacted in the most natural way possible, I got hard. I had a strong urge to pick her up and throw her over my shoulders. Before I could really consider acting on this urge, she stormed up to me, grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the pub. “Let’s go somewhere private. This place stinks!” This made me smile and I was overcome with the need to kiss her and that’s what I did.
Pulling her close to me and raising her chin so she could see how much I needed her, I devoured her mouth. Her lips were so much more luscious than I’d assumed. I half expected sweet juice to drip from them as I gently nibbled on her lower lip. She moaned into my mouth and I couldn’t think of anything else. I wanted to hear it again and again and again. I kissed her face and licked the side of her neck, my stubble grazing her. She pulled my hair and bit her lip. Fuck! I want her now! “Let’s get out of here. My place is close. Would you like to come over?”, I ask breathlessly and took a step backwards lest I combust with lust.
“Yes”, she said breathing heavily and steadying herself against my chest. “Let’s go. Now!”
We walk to the parking lot, one foot distance between us. We needed the physical space to remain civilised human beings. We get into my car, she straps on the seatbelt and sinks into the seat. I watch her as she takes in the interior of the car, fidgeting with her earring. That little subconscious act has me leaning with my arm around her and nibbling her earlobe. What is she doing to me?!

What sorcery does he possess? Every slight contact has my nerve endings bursting into flames. I grab the back of his head and kiss his lips. I’m getting breathless and I love it. I could kiss him forever. “Slow down Tiger, let’s get home”, he drawls. “Mmm. I can’t wait” I say as I snuggle into the seat.
I try to stay focused on the road but my eyes keep straying to look at his profile. His jawline so strong and so masculine, I run my finger along it and stroke his chin and let my fingertips dance along the length of his neck. “Keep doing that and I’ll have to park here and take you right now!” he growled. I giggle and run my fingers through his hair unperturbed. So soft, I wonder if it’ll hurt when I pull at his hair. Damn! He’s gorgeous. As if he were reading my mind, he says “You’re beautiful too, you know.”
Smiling I look out the window, my heart thumping faster by the second. We enter the basement of a fancy looking apartment and park the car. A little tipsy, I fumble and almost trip while getting out. I hear him chuckle and blush. I was hoping he hadn’t seen that. With all the confidence and sass I could muster, I get into the elevator next to him. He presses the highest floor and I sigh inwardly. The doors close and before I know it, he’s pinned me to the back of the elevator and kissing my neck. “Oh my god! Yes!”, I moan. The pleasure that was coursing through me was short-lived, for when we heard the ding of the elevator reaching the floor, my body was left cold and aching for his heat. He held my hand and led me to his door which he unlocked with finesse. We made our way to the bedroom and he closed the door behind him. Sighing I let myself sink into his king-size bed. “This is really comfortable. I could fall asleep right now.”, I teased. “I won’t let you”, he growled and walked over to me and gently kissed my lips and then knelt in front of my legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Unbuckling my shoes, he massaged the soles of my feet while kissing my ankles and then proceeded to trace the curves of my calves. I felt him push my skirt up and the wet of his tongue against the insides of my thighs. My breath hitched in anticipation of his next move and I curled my fingers in his hair, gently urging his head closer to my very wet center. Grinning he nibbled on my soft skin and gently shoved me towards the head of the bed and slid his hands up my dress. His hands caressed my body as if he were taking a quick overview of my profile and suddenly pinched my nipples. Yelping at the sudden surge of pleasure, my body arched to meet his. Undulating, writhing against each other we kissed, biting each other’s lips and our tongues doing the tango. He undid my dress and bra while I yanked at his buttons, my fingers working frenzied, all the while his lips on mine. Slipping out of my clothes, I lay in bed ready for the onslaught of the myriad sensations I hoped were to come. He knelt on the bed and unbuckled his pants slowly, lazily taking in every inch of my body and when he reached my eyes, I gazed back, surreptitiously challenging. Arching his eyebrows he positioned himself between my legs and grazed his teeth against the seam of my underwear. He licked my skin and then held my underwear with his teeth and pulled! With one tug, my underwear ripped giving him uninhibited access. I gasped, my eyes wide waiting for the slippery wetness of his tongue. He looked at me, ducked his head between my folds and sucked. Oh dear Lord! My body was on fire! His mouth so soft on my clit but so strong. My hands are in his hair and I moan out his name.

My need for her ended up being directly proportional to her moans. The shape of her mouth, her tightly closed eyes, the arch of her neck, everything about them had me wanting to take her more but I knew my restraint would pay off. This woman is not a sexually shy being. She truly lets herself feel the pleasure and savours it. She wouldn’t appreciate hurried work nor did she deserve it. What she deserved was explosive passion and the chance to let her body build up to the peak of her satisfaction. She urged me towards her and pulled me into a kiss. Her lips consumed mine and my soul. Kissing with urgency she ran her hands over my chest and then she suddenly pushed and tackled me onto the bed. Now she was on top of me, grinding her hips against mine, her wet pussy against the fabric of my boxers. She bit my earlobe, nibbled on the skin in the crook of my neck and then licked my nipples, the skin beneath my belly button and then looked up at me teasingly as she licked lower and lower. I gasped as she gently ran her tongue over the top of my head in circular motions. She flicked her tongue over the opening and took the entirety of my length into her mouth and gave one long suck. Fuck! She’s good. She ever so slightly pulled on the head with her mouth and sent me into a realm I didn’t even know existed. With her every touch, lick, kiss, my body shuddered in ecstasy. This woman was making me crazy. She gently grasped my balls and massaged in rhythmic strokes while sucking my dick with sloppy abandon. Her tongue swirling around the girth of my dick and teeth gently grazing my skin. This goddess knew what she was doing because I could feel myself come close to orgasming. I need to take her. Guiding her back towards me and helping her onto my lap, I tore open the condom under my pillow and slipped it on while she looked at me with those beautiful eyes and grinded against my body. She took my dick into her hands and slowly massaged from the tip to the base. She then sat on my dick, her vagina so tight but quickly allowing me to enter and plunge. Man! When she moaned, I just knew I had to fuck her till she came. She moved her hips like she were listening to a song, allowing me to impale her with every beat. I pulled her closer to me and thrust my pelvis deep into her and she screamed! This was music to my ears and I went harder and faster. She was moaning and groaning, her lips forming a perfect ‘O’. Her nails dug into the skin of my chest and I loved it. Then she fell on top of me and nuzzled in the crook of my neck and continued to moan, licking me and nibbling my skin from time to time. I was dangerously close to coming but I wanted her to come first.

This man is a gift from the sex Gods! His thick penis was so wholesome that with every thrust my vagina would open up a little more till our sleek surfaces made the most enticing sound. He was watching me with awe and I loved it. Turning my face to his, he kissed me. It was one of those long deep kisses that made one want to pull their partner’s hair and scratch their back in ecstasy. Which I did. I was coming close and I said it. “Oh baby! I’m going to come!”. Then he suddenly took one of my nipples in his mouth and pinched the other, all the while pumping his masculinity into me. All at once I felt my world become a kaleidoscope of colours with every nerve ending excited and burning with pleasure! My skin singed with his touch, warmed up and turned red while he spanked my ass and plunged till I heard him groan and say my name with a whisper. I moved against his pelvis gently to release the rest of the magic in his cock and he groaned louder and flipped me to his side. He kissed me and found my clit and gently flicked it with his fingertips and I moaned. This man really knew how to manifest rainbows. I came once more and he smiled and took me into his arms, cuddling me into his chest. It was sweet and I liked it. “That was almost spiritual” he said chuckling. I sighed into his chest in agreement, for it was definitely one of the best experiences.

It was strange how content I felt just cuddling with her. The warmth of her luscious flesh was perfect and the rise and fall of her breasts was so hypnotising that it lulled me to sleep.

He looked so adorable with his pursed lips and long eyelashes, gently snoring away in his sleep. I traced his jawline, mesmerized at the sharp angles. I wanted to kiss him but I didn’t know if I should. Is this too intimate for a hookup? Nevertheless I liked the warmth of his body and relaxed into his arms, thinking to myself that I’d face the consequences in the morning and that these little moments of sweet intimacy were getting harder to come by. Snuggling closer, I closed my eyes, let out a long sigh and drifted away into the blissful land of dreams.

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Dear Lovely people of the internet, after a few months of trying, I’ve finally finished one of my favourite stories yet! This one is a little close to my heart because no matter the hookups and the good sex, those last moments of temporary intimacy always make me feel a little better. Hookup Culture as it is, is a very apathetic way to look at something as beautiful as sex and so while I yearn for some intimacy I’m afraid to ask for it because of what I would be perceived as.

That felt good to get off my chest! I do sincerely hope you like this story and as always, criticism is welcome.

I love you all! ❤️🌸