After a long-term relationship and before 2020 pandemic, I [M, 31 or 32 at the time] was using dating apps consistently. I matched with someone that seemed very cool. Fashionable, dyed hair, buzzed on the sides, like an anime character. Immediately after we matched, the first thing she said was "so you know, I'm a lesbian haha". She said she was just looking to go out and meet people, since she was visiting. I thought it was fine, she looked really cool — cool pics with cool hair and cool looks. We chatted a bit and we agreed to get a drink. I really had zero expectations, but I told myself I really needed to go out, have friends, go on dates, meet people.

It was freezing and snowing. We met in the street, and walked to the most touristy bar open to get pizza and a beer, but with a nice view to the city.

She was from LatAm, like me, so we both spoke Spanish which felt really nice. She told me her whole story, about her last girlfriend and their breakup, which was very sad and dramatic — they yelled at each other, threw their stuff to the street, etc. She came to NYC as a way to clear her mind, travel a bit, and because her grandma told her a story, how she found the love of her life in Brooklyn when she (grandma) was young, but didn't follow through, went back to her country, and lost contact with her love. We had some beers and pizza, and I asked her if she wanted to get to my place, to have more drink. Again, none of us had anything else to lose and we were having a nice conversation.

As we walked, we kept bonding over our experience since we're both coming from Latin America. We got to my place, opened a bottle of wine, and kept chatting the whole night, laughing and sharing. After a while, we laid down in a very sexy couch I have: it has two opposing back rests so if both people are sitting they look at each other, instead of facing the same way. It was very cold and late, she asked me to bring her a blanket as we kept chatting. After she covered and got cozy, she just dropped "why aren't you cuddling me?". It caught me off guard but also turned me on of course. I got next to her and hug her from behind. We started touching each other very slowly, over our clothes, then I sneaked my hand and started rubbing her belly. We started kissing.

I picked her up, and moved her to bed. We had incredible sex. As soon as we got naked and kept making up she nervously apologized "I don't know if I'm doing this ok". She proceeded to ride me, and kept asking "is this ok? am I doing it right?". I told her she was perfect. We fucked all night. Intense, passionate, loud. She'll talked dirty to me in Spanish. I asked her what happened, and she said that she is in fact lesbian, but she got turned on by knowing that I was desiring her, and that my masculinity felt very welcoming. She'll ask me to fuck her from behind and say it out loud "I love how you fuck me". It's imprinted in my brain.

The next couple days and weeks, we kept texting. She'll come to my place, we'll have a couple of drinks, make out, and some of the most passionate hot fantastic sex. She'll joke through text that I was the guy that helped her with the sex, just like she had someone that cleaned her windows or fixed her car, haha. She'll always ask if she was doing it all right. I always comfort her: "you are amazing".