Tinder

I met her on Tinder during my relationship with Luana. With her I had my first threesome in which everyone was involved purely for the filth. My profile didn’t expose my identity or Luana’s, and it made clear what we wanted. I met her while Luana was traveling, and I believe it was better that way than escalating too fast. Right away I noticed she was extremely politically polarized. To me it made no difference, but I noticed she kept drifting away the more I voiced my beliefs.

I met P. Liz on Tinder, at a time when I was looking for exactly what her profile announced: no-strings sex, no beating around the bush. She was black, a PhD student, and liked to smoke a joint before anything else. Her beauty was the kind that disarms you, and beneath that innocent face was a body that knew what it wanted. Her blowjob was delicious, and she had a tattoo on her back I loved to kiss. She loved sitting on my face, and between us there was no fixed role: I dominated and was dominated, we did everything. We had several encounters, all of them good. And then, out of nowhere, she drifted away in a way that still feels bizarre to me today.