It was time for another drink. I patiently waited at the bar, bopping away at the music with a drunken smile on my face. I turned to take the drinks back to the table, taking in the surroundings as I sauntered back, observing the groups of people chatting and laughing.

Suddenly, I froze. My eyes rested on one person. My heart beat fast. It couldn't be. It couldn't actually be him. Could it? Before I had a chance to look away he was staring right back at me. His smile slowly faded into shock. The memories came flooding back. This was the guy, the guy I met on Reddit, all those years ago.

I had never forgotten him. We had not met in real life for many reasons, the main one being he lived too far away. Nevertheless, the online relationship was intense, powerful and incredibly sexual.

I laughed happily and walked over.

"Mark. It is you! What are you doing here?" I said, exasperated at the realisation it was really him I was looking at. I would have leaned in for a quick hug if it wasn't for the drinks in both my hands. He smiled awkwardly and my heart melted.

People say the reality of meeting someone in person is quite different. Fuck yes it was. This guy was even hotter than I remember all those years ago. All those photographs he used to send me did not do him justice.

"Sabrina. It's really you," he said, shuffling on his feet nervously. I smiled widely in response as I recalled how adorable I found his shyness.

"Wow. I'm visiting the UK for a few weeks in the summer. What are the chances? Bizarre right?" He said incredulously. I was lost. Lost in those dreamy brown eyes and his incredibly sexy accent.

I snapped out of it and replied quickly, "You're visiting the UK and you're staying here? I live here! Are you stalking me after all those years?" I jested, inwardly cringing as I realised my voice was high pitched.

I took a deep breath and examined his face to see his reaction. After a few seconds he responded with genuine shock.

"Wait…you live here? That's unbelievable. I promise I'm not stalking you! But I cannot deny I am incredibly happy at this unusual coincidence. How long has it been?" He said, smiling at me.

His words were gentle and his demeanour warm, I could not help but lean in towards him.

"Around 5 years. Can you believe that? Where are you staying? We have to meet up." I said abruptly. The words had left my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. He paused briefly before answering.

"Sure yes, I'd like that. In fact, I'd love that." He said as he smiled genuinely. "I'm staying at my friend's place while he is away for the summer. We could meet for coffee or…something?" He said, still smiling.

I grinned at his slight wavering on the word "something." His coy manner was only adding to his sexiness.

"I'd love that. Give me your number,” I blurted out.

Once again I was shocked by my brashness. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was that desperate need to see him again. Could it be that all of our fantasies we had all those years ago may come true?

The next morning I sat in the café, nervously looking at my phone to check the time. I jumped as I heard his voice.

"Hey!" He shouted as he sat next to me. I stared a little longer than necessary and blushed as he smiled back.

"How's your wife?" I said, cringing inwardly as I heard the words leave my mouth. Why did I ask that? He bowed his head slightly. "We split up. A few years ago now. But it was amicable. How about you? Still with your husband?" I shook my head a little too energetically. "Same. About 3 years. We're still friends." I said, with an air of optimism.

The tension between us grew, an anxious, exciting energy ready to burst at any moment.

"Are you seeing anybody?" We chimed in harmony and burst out laughing.

"Not right now." I said, desperately hoping his situation was the same.

"Me neither," he said. His manner changed and he looked at me seriously. I couldn't hold back anymore. "Want to hang out at my place?" I asked, my eyes pleading with him.

As soon as we entered my home he surprised me by leaning in to embrace me. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and nestled his head perfectly onto my shoulder. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against mine. I breathed in slowly. It felt good and natural.

I felt relaxed. I stroked his hair as he hugged me tighter. I breathed in once more, taking in his scent. This time a primal urge took over me and I eased his head back so I could kiss him gently. He took my breath away as he pushed into me, slamming me into the wall, kissing me deeply, his tongue searching mine and his hands roaming everywhere. It felt amazing. Every touch, taste and smell was just as I imagined all those years ago.

He stopped and moved his lips close to my ear.

"Remember all those stories we used to write for each other?” He whispered.

I shuddered before nodding gently, his whispers sending shivers throughout my body.

“Remember that one you wrote about being fucked against the wall?” He said, the tension in voice becoming apparent.

The way he says ‘fucked’ almost makes my knees buckle. He pinned me harder against the wall to steady me.

“How I lift your leg up like this?” He swiftly pulled my leg to the side. I could barely breathe let alone speak.

“Then I lift your dress up like this.” He ran his hand over my thigh lifting my dress, still holding me in place.

“When I slide your panties to the side, you're already dripping wet.” He followed his words and eased my panties to the side, making me squirm as he grazed my lips with his fingers.

“You unzip my jeans and take out my hard cock.” He said, his words guiding my next move. I fumbled around for his zip. He had to help me take them off, my composure completely lost. I heard the thud of his jeans drop to the floor.

“I tease your clit and lip with my tip. Just like this,” he said, his voice louder and more dominant now.

He stroked his tip and circled it around my clit, before pushing it downwards between my lips and entering me just a little, enough to make me groan with absolute lust and desire. His breathing was erratic in my ear as he continued to rub up and down, creating a wonderful wet mess on both my pussy and his cock.

"Then I fuck you." He said gently as he lingered near my entrance. I breathed deeply in anticipation.

"Hard." He shouted in my ear as he thrust into me deeply. I screamed in pleasure, the realisation he was finally inside me after all these years, all those fantasies and all those self care sessions involving nothing but him in my dreams. I melted into the wall as he fucked me relentlessly, slow, but deep and powerful, each thrust releasing a little whimper from my open mouth.

"I fuck you a little faster." He said breathlessly, pounding me harder. I wrapped my leg around him tighter, pulling him in deeper.

"Then we come together. Is that right?" He asked. I nodded, still unable to talk. "Yes?" He asked again. I nodded in response, "Yes," I whispered.

He moved his head away from my ear and looked into my eyes.

"I can't hear you." He said louder. At that moment his body dissolved into mine and he looked into my eyes as I screamed, "Yes…Yes…YES!"

We orgasmed together, him filling me up and me contracting uncontrollably on him. He kissed me deeply in between rapid breaths. I tilted my head back against the wall as he kissed my neck, my mind swimming with all the stories and fantasies between us all those years ago.