Unprotected sex

Oh dear...I think I may have taken this mission to become a slag a bit too far.

Finally, I had a message from Italian Stallion over the weekend. He suggested meeting up on Sunday; I presumed that he wanted to rendezvous for a quick shag, but to my surprise he wanted to go on a date. Somewhat predictably, he suggested going to an Italian restaurant. I had no plans for Sunday, so I gladly agreed to meet him.

We met at the restaurant and, thankfully, he was stunning in the flesh. He had flawless, bronzed skin and intriguing dark eyes. Contrary to his username, he spoke with a strong Welsh accent and his name was Mark - not Marco or Gianni, as I had been expecting.

The food was lovely: I had spaghetti with meatballs, but I was too nervous to eat.

A hour later, his meatballs were swinging in my face while I gently took his cock all the way down my throat. We had struggled to maintain a decent conversation throughout the meal, but he was so hot and I was unbelievably horny so sex was inevitable.

After we sucked each other off, I pawed his glistening six-pack and demanded that he fuck my brains out immediately - if not sooner.

It was then that I realised that I didn't have any condoms in the house; I had given my last one to Garv so that he could have a shag in the nearby park with some fifty year-old going through a midlife crisis.

Mark informed me that he didn't have any condoms either.

I have only once ever had unprotected sex - I was seventeen and foolish. I swore that I would never do it again; I just don't think it's responsible.

But I was so desperately gagging for it that forgoing the sex was simply not an option. I pulled Mark closer and asked him to fuck me anyway. He was more than happy to oblige; he promptly bent me over my bed and fucked me doggy-style. I knew that it was careless, but it was so damn hot. As I felt his hot spunk explode up inside my arsehole, it felt amazing.

After our bareback session, we cuddled on my bed. But after the intense climax of the hot sex, I was crushed by overwhelming guilt and I couldn't wait for him to leave. I felt like I had compromised my principles. I had betrayed myself.

Mark eventually left and promised to call. I could feel him inside me for hours after - literally. I had my first experience of what Garv tastefully called "throw-back."

I really do feel like a shameless, immoral slut now.

And not in a good way.