Finally... seedy, anonymous sex!

Finally, I have an authentic conquest to write about!

This evening, I sheepishly logged onto Gaydar in the hope that Italian Stallion had replied to my message. He seemed to be playing hard to get, however there was an inviting message from 'Rob_1980' who had attached a picture of himself, along with the words:

"Hey, sexy. U fancy a fuck?"

The prude in me was slightly offended by his abrupt approach, but when I viewed the photo of his tanned, handsome face I quickly changed my attitude.

"Hell, yeah," I responded. "You're sexy as fuck!" I sent him the now infamous "tipsy" picture of me on the beach in Greece.

To my surprise, he replied almost immediately:

"Mmmmmm, you're SO hot. Can you meet now? Gagging 4 it!"

My stomach started churning. I was gagging for it myself and I had the house to myself. Garv had gone to the cinema and he wouldn't be back for a couple of hours.

Less than thirty minutes later, I was lying on my bedroom floor with my legs looped over Rob's muscular shoulders, while he pushed his rock-hard cock inside me. He thrust himself deeply into me and fucked me aggressively for just over twenty minutes. It was the sexual equivalent of a Big Mac meal - fast, deeply satisfying and with a lingering sense of guilty delight.

After Rob came, he gave me an intense blow-job that resulted in Exorcist-style projectile ejaculation. It was amazing. The feeling of intense intimacy mixed with dangerous anonymity was mind-blowing.

Rob quickly dressed and mumbled "Goodbye" before quickly leaving. His hasty exit was uncannily reminiscent of someone evacuating a burning building, but I didn't care; it somehow made the experience seem deliciously seedy. For several minutes, I remained sprawled on my terracotta rug, shuddering and glistening with post-coital sweat.

I felt like a stinking slut. I felt utterly abused. I felt used and objectified, like a piece of meat.

I felt on top of the world!

I recovered in time to watch Britney's shambolic performance at the MTV awards in Vegas. I curled up on the sofa and relived my slutty encounter.

My legs were aching, I had carpet burns on my back, my balls were throbbing and my arsehole was raw, but I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so good.