Met Darius on Tinder. He was 26, a decade younger than me. I didn’t pick him out of the messages at first, but there was something about his pic. I put it aside and went through the other lookers. Not to say he wasn’t attractive. He was. Tall, dark chocolate, bald and nice muscles. But his face seemed blank. I couldn’t put my finger on it. So after I went through the others and came up empty I sent him an email. He was an accountant, working for a large firm in the city. He was new in town and studying for CPA exams.

He had a cool, casual air about him and his chest looked nice under his clean white tee. He was a breast man and he liked my double Ds. We met at an upscale bar downtown, had a couple of drinks and chatted about his experiences and his new home in the city. After getting acquainted, we expressed mutual interest and decided to go to my hotel room. Until he took off his clothes, I was a little noncommittal about him. Then I saw him in all his glory. An Adonis. His body was so fine it made me want to go to church. The muscular shoulders, arms, six pack abs, perfectly shaped muscular thighs, and a nice sized dick. But when he turned around, I was hooked. He had the most beautiful ass I’d ever seen. I just stared, with my mouth hanging open. It was the kind of ass you would buy insurance for. He told me he’d gotten the ass worship before. Women would forget about sex and just lie there caressing it. I took a picture of it to show off to my girlfriends. I felt like I needed to ask for permission to touch it, it was just that perfect.

The whole package made for a perfect fuck buddy. Although I wanted to get to know him, he didn’t have any extra time between work and studying for exams. But looking at him turned me on so much, Pussy told me to shut up and fuck. We got started and became regular fuck buddies. I could go to his place late at night and get my fix a couple times a week.

I would text him short messages to tell him I wanted some. He’d usually come by after he finished studying and before he went to bed. usually around midnight. He’d show up at the hotel suite and we would exchange a quick “Hey, wassup” while walking towards the bed. No preliminaries, no conversation. It became very erotic for me doing it that way. I was surprised how much I got into it. Sometimes I would dress up. Once I wore a tight dress with no bra or panties under. Another time I was naked in a trench coat and stilettos. We did it with the stilettos on. But what I really got into was putting my mouth all over him.

His body was so hot it made me want to taste him. I wasn’t into rimming, but I was so turned on just looking at Darius, I changed my mind completely on the subject. I started studying for the rimming exams while he studied numbers. I watched pornos and read some how-tos. Then I tried out my skills on him. He was like melted chocolate under my toungue. I put my mouth all over his chocolate bar. I practiced until I could make him moan and cum when I wanted him too. He was amazed at how much I enjoyed it. He was hooked and would text me to get some of that “good head” he was craving.

At one point he seemed to get a little emotional about it. Once he turned me down and texted me “you are just using me as a piece of meat”. It was true. But I thought it was what he wanted. Men are a mystery sometimes. He stopped answering my texts for a while and said he “had to get some things straight”. But of course that didn’t last. He was soon back for some of my “good head”. He went back to being my regular buddy.

Then he got defensive about meeting at hotels. Hotel suites had become the erotic sex palace and just driving there late at night would get Pussy humming. But he could come to my place. It would be new and different, but I felt apprehensive. Didn’t know why.

He came to my house and we talked for an hour. That was weird, he never wanted to talk before. Me and Pussy were waiting for him to stop talking so we could get busy. We eventually did. It was a little awkward at first but it didn’t take long to get back into the groove.

But this time he was the one putting on his clothes and leaving. It kinda got to me. It was the change in location, doing it in my bed. It made me want him more. Plus the conversation, him asking me about my life. I was feeling like I was about to catch a case of the feelings. I had to shake it and go back to my trenchcoat wearing super-freak mode. This called for some emotional discipline. It took a little work, but I started to imagine my place as the same dark sex den as the hotel suite. The fucking was almost as erotic. I was just getting into it when he stopped answering my texts again. Damn! I wasn’t going to chase him. I just needed to get another guy. He was the hotness and it was a shame that I never got to show off that ass to my girlfriends. I had to find somebody new, but I would never forget my Dark Adonis.