The Slut - Meeting

It started in the normal Xhamster way. A few likes, a couple of comments. I could see she was in the next county. All very normal.

It was fairly obvious that this wasn't the usual spam account full of Instagram photos or petty little revenge porn images, but still, you don't think things will escalate.


The story goes- she's older than me, been a good girl, but apparently now has a bad case of porn addiction and some dreadful urges to work through. Yeah, yeah that sounds too perfect, that's never going to lead anywhere, is it?

We dared each other to ring on the phone. It happened one Saturday. We were both bored and horny, both have partners with little interest in fucking, but still, you don't think things will escalate.

She sounded nice on the phone, very normal, wicked sense of humour, loads of aspects in her life pulling her one way or another, but still with a cheeky little itch to scratch when it came to sex. But still, it's just a porn site, things won't really escalate.

Another Saturday, I'm bored, horny and pissed off. I ask if she fancies meeting. It'll take me an hour to get close to her, we'll meet at the local supermarket. Yeah, sure, pull the other one I think to myself? Will she pick up the phone when I ring to announce that I'm there?

Well, she did. Came trotting happily across and we picked a hot drink and a snack. Had a long chat in the corner of that everyday supermarket cafe, both in boring as hell work clothes, put the world to rights, the odd little filthy anecdote from each of us, some very direct looks and then back to the car to head homewards. Long cuddle, bit of a squeeze, then the bombshell. In basic terms she neatly and crisply said "pop round at a convenient time and fuck me absolutely senseless in an empty house."

But still, you don't think these things will escalate...

We'll see I guess, I'm heading round there on Monday.