Mine had to be a woman riding me reverse cowgirl, but she got really into it and I wasn’t feeling it.

I don’t know why I didn’t think to say anything, but I didn’t. Instead, I tried to get up (??) and as I tried to get up, I felt my dick bend.

LUCKILY nothing happened nor were there any serious injuries. But a genuine panic attack there. She felt it too and luckily we both had a time-out (as well as me being scolded for not communicating properly, which tbh 100% fair!)

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    Hooked up with a girl off Tinder. I wasn’t all that attracted to her, but I hadn’t gotten laid in a while and she was down to fuck so I wasn’t going to be picky. When she showed up at my place it was clear she’d definitely used her most flattering pictures from a few years ago on her profile, but still figured it was just a one-night-stand so just get on with it.

    We got inside when I started noticing (what I thought at first was) a really bad perfume that was too strong. She also acted a little weird, but there was a bit of a language barrier and figured she may just have been a bit awkward or on the spectrum. I wasn’t going to judge. As we had nothing in common with each other to talk about we just moved things on to the main reason we were there and started making out and undressing. As she was really wet I skipped foreplay and put it inside her (after putting on a condom, I wasn’t totally stupid).
    After thrusting inside her for a bit she started mentioning how I was allowed to be rough with her, that she wanted me to choke and slap her. I was getting more uncomfortable with the whole situation by the second and decided to just speed up and thrust until I blew my load.
    Got her to get dressed again and out of the door.

    I think in hindsight the scent of bad perfume may have been the smell of alcohol on her, showing up drunk. That weirdly sweet alcoholic scent. Also explaining her weird behaviour. Which made me so thankful I hadn’t gone along in her request for slapping or choking. (Who the hell asks for that on a first hook-up anyway.) Couldn’t stop imagining what would’ve happened if she’d woken up next day sober, regretting the admittedly bad sex, with bruises of my hand around her neck. “No mister police man, she literally asked me for it. Honest.”

    Whole thing really did kind of turn me off from one-night-stands / Tinder hook-ups.