It was an instant love story…
It was an instant love story straight out of a soap novel. I first saw him last December on a dating app. We didn't know each other then, I just thought to myself: Well he's way out of my league. Nevermind, still send a hey how's it going though. He didn't reply.
Fast forward to January where we actually met in a social gathering with a group of my friends and I couldn't stop staring at this man, something told me to open the dating app again and there he is. My heart was beating so quickly that it nearly jumped out. Of course I kept my cool and didn't say a word to him still, then 2 weeks later he somehow found my socials and started messaging me, 3 am in the morning. I was really thrilled. Like no, I was buzzing. Then we start to flirt and send each other cryptic messages, there isn't a time I wasn't thinking of his dick in my mouth. After a few days of cat and mouse, I then found out he went on a date with another girl, it wasn't any other girl, it was the co-worker who had the most perfectly annoying body that I bloody dislike. I felt stupid, and dumb and sad. Later that day after work, my feet never heavier walking down the tube home, my heart tanked. I got home showered continued to work till late, then i received a phone call from him, + 2 messages. He told me to come over, you bet my ass, I did. With full knowledge knowing what I'm getting myself into, a booty call that probably means nothing and that the girl probably didn't give him what he wanted. I still got on the cab, and went.
After that we had some drinks and a really nice chat, we couldn't keep our eyes off each other and we both didn't know what to do with ourselves. He asked why I didn't pick up, I asked him how his date was. Of course I'm not going to tell him how jealous I felt and how I wanted to kill myself because I felt my whole heart pulsating in front of me and how my world was almost crumbling. Of course I didn't tell him that, but did I want to? Fuck yes.
He said sorry. We didn't say another word, at this point the sexual tension between us could've erupted at any time. He leaned in to me, and asked: do you wanna go to bed?
We undressed, went to bed, I kissed him, devoured him, we made love to each other under the sheets for 8 hours and came twice. Went to work next morning straight. Since then, contrary to what I believed, we never stopped seeing each other, we'd fuck, we'd drink, we'd talk, argue about the most profound subjects of the world to wanting to do the dirtiest things to each other, like even having a threesome. We were infatuated, intoxicated, and so strongly attracted to each other.
Until the pandemic happened and I had to go. I was heartbroken, sad, and devastated. But it was for the best. Since this day, I could never cum while touching myself in bed without thinking how he went down on me and how we would fuck till midday. I am longing to see him, touch him, and feel him again. Does that make me pathetic? Maybe. But we were undercover lovers that no one in the world can relate to, and I can't wait for him to rule my kingdom under his sheets again.