So, I posted a while ago now, and although the original post has now been lost to time (I deleted it, it was sad rambling) I figured I'd post about how it went.

I was in a pretty dark headspace at the time, and I want to preface this by saying that post was FULL of red flags. Some deliberate, some unintentional. But it's like, 2 weeks later, and I'm STILL finding unopened DMs.

Like, in the nicest possible way, are yall OK? Did you never have stranger danger? Do you need a hug? Please for the love of fuck be more careful, I read my post back to myself a few days later and I was the sheer personification of a red flag.

Anyways, if you're worried, I have thankfully gotten past that now. A bit, at least. It was a dark time, I had lost a friend, I was feeling a bit of an mid 20s crisis, and my own health has been going to shit. But hey, at least after sucking a dick, my outlook is a tiny bit better about it all.

So, onto the actual sucking-of-the-dick. I picked someone actually eloquent that night, and thankfully, I didn't get murdered! (Or did I?)

Nah, for real, I wish I could tag him but he's since deleted his account, and I can't remember what it was exactly. But yeah, we talked for a bit, and with my immense powers of self preservation, I walked to his house at like 9pm the next day lmao. I did admittedly have a crisis of confidence when I got to the door, big rich houses are kinda intimidating ngl, but my legs were honestly too tired to walk back, and I felt like I was in too deep to just get the bus or a uber back.

He opened the door before I could knock, and it was actually pretty nice! Yes, I know, I'm a fucking mess, and I had no right to get that far, but it was luckily safe. We immediately settled on his couch, he offered me a drink which I said I wasn't comfortable with, so we ended up having the last of his birthday cake from the previous night. Turns out he had a rough couple of days too.

Well, the stance on drinks didn't last long, and before I knew it I had a glass in my hand (fancy) and we were watching a film. Ironically, my biggest regret of the night, because I thought this film was going to be good. It was uh....not. (guns akimbo, if anyones interested)

At that point, there was basically nothing else to do, and my hand crept over to him. I kinda just took the initiative after that, leant over and took his cock out, while he groped my butt (very much appreciated).

I'm not trying to write erotica here, because that would be a very sad ramblefap, but I ended up blowing him for about 5-10 minutes (maybe more? Sorry K if youre reading this and im doing you a disservice lmao, i might have lost track of time), and he slipped a finger or two inside me. I had said before I wasn't really trying to do much, it was basically a blowjob because I wanted to feel useful to someone, as sad as that sounds. He respected that, and only explored once I nodded it was OK.

He came in my mouth, and I swallowed. Not bad. 5 minutes later, we attempt it again, although he couldn't finish this time, which was fair, it was pretty soon, and I will modestly say that I give killer bjs. Either way, he was still enjoying it, and it was quite fun to pleasure him while we both laughed about how shit and confusing the film was.

Eventually, we called it, and he offered me some mouthwash (a gentleman) and his couch for a night, if I wanted it. It was about 1am by that point. In the end, he payed for my Uber back, but I really approached the offer.

Anyway, if you're seeing this K, thank you :) sorry you had to listen to me venting about my dumb existentialism, and I hope I made your birthday better in the end, even if I was a lil late. Also, I forgot to say at the time, but your hyperfixation was super cute to listen to.