It was over. We had talked it all through and all the excuses, all the topics and all the small talk was done. We had talked about it all, about university, my studies, my dreams for the future. About what I wanted to do when I was finished, about my hobbies. About sports, politics, even religion. We had talked about friends, people that we have in our lifes, people that we lost. About what we do when it's sunday and raining. About his job, his career. About his ex-wife and what she felt like when had come out to her. About his first time, in a more quiet voice.

We really had talked about it all. And everytime another topic finished, one of us had started a new one, him because he was, or at least seemed, super interested in it and me because sitting here, in this exquisite, expensive restaurant felt secure. It felt like no one was watching but at the same time everyone was. Like I could be myself and actually date this guy because god forbid, none of my friends would step foot into this place but at the same time public enough that people would notice if I would get uncomfortable.

But I was far away from getting uncomfortable. In fact, I was very comfortable. From the moment we had sat down at that table, him in his white shirt, slightly unbuttoned and his intense perfume crawling over to my side of the table. God, did he smell good. Intoxicating almost, making you want to get closer.

But now I was out of topics, out of excuses. We had asked for the bill and the waiter had brought it. The intoxicator had payed, smiled at me, warmly. It felt good. Being wanted. Desired.

Just a few hours earlier, my heart was beating in my chest like crazy. I had played around with the stupid thought of dating a man forever now. Of fooling around a bit, giving in into the fantasies I had while I desperatly and hornily searched for "Daddy" porn on gay porn sites. I had given in into the desire of just trying it out, once. At least a date, a talk with him couldn't be so bad. So I said yes, to this stranger on tinder, that was almost double my age. And now I sat here and my heart started beating again. Would I say yes again?

"Well, I think that was fun. I live around the block, do you wanna get another drink?"

Looking to play an orientation gay first time roleplay. Looking for an older partner, or one that writes one, a caring and guiding top that takes me for my first ride. Looking for good writers that will start off with more than one line of text. And more than a description of their characters or dicks. Looking for a romantic perspective, a detailed approach and a long-term partner.

If you do not know how else to approach, feel free to talk about the date from your POV in your first message. Otherwise, introduce yourself :)

If anyone's wondering - I deleted accounts, so if you have hit me up on the older one, please do so here again. Thanks!

Kinks: Orientation play, first-time, slow, romantic, Rimjobs, verbal sex, verbal orgasms, Dirty Talk, Blowjobs, Detailed play, character interaction, Anal, dirty talk, Submission, Soft Feminization, Control and Power Play, Cuckolding (also in front of women);

Limits: The regular hardcore taboos; Impreg; One-Liners; People that cannot hold a conversation.