H & A

This is the first (and hopefully not the last) time in my blog that I will have a guy’s take on the events that transpired 
between him and I.

In this post, I am Artemis (A), and he is Hunter (H). 

Before Meeting

A: I met Hunter from a popular adult lifestyle site. I have not met anyone from that site in spite of my several attempts 
in using it. Most of the messages I would get was too straightforward for my liking. I know, right? The irony of me 
having this blog yet be ‘offended’ somewhat by these messages. But yes, I still crave for intelligent, sensible, and  
mature conversation in this forum (more, if I may add). I placed my location as the place where Hunter currently 
lives (as I would find out later on) since I feel like there were more open-minded people within the area. (It still 
remains to be seen whether this is true or not). I cannot remember (and I am too lazy now to check) who 

messaged who first but the bottom line is messages were sent. Very lame messages, as I would later find out. 
 I still cannot believe he would waste his time with me (glad he did though).

H: She totally messaged first. I got a “hello” followed by silence for about 24h, then another “hey there” followed 
by 24h of silence… Eventually she DID actually talk to me, though! Just in time for us to find out that we were 
in each other’s “home” and would miss each other because of our flights. Haha.

Hunter and I spoke on the phone before his flight, and it was the beginning of many pleasant convos with him. 
Ironically, and in spite of the site we met in, Hunter and I talked about non-sexual stuff. At least in the beginning. 
I was infatuated with someone else and he kind of encouraged me to send him the letter I made. Over the next 
few days though, he and I talked about more stuff. I looked forward to his perky voice and that never fails to 
make me smile and I thought, whoa, this person is not only just a horny man but more.

We’d end up teasing each other on several occasions. He made this a ‘common’ thing that there was one day 
that I eventually decided to not wear any underwear.

First Meeting

Friday.

I woke up that day feeling anxious and excited. I made sure that my tiny apartment is clean before I leave. I also 
made sure no granny panties will be in my bag (not that there’s anything wrong with them), just in case he does 
not reject me. Everything that day seemed just right. I managed to finish cleaning my place with just enough 
time to get the train then get the bus to the airport. I was able to quickly check in and manage to sit and wait 
comfortably at the boarding gate.

I was overthinking again (no surprise there) while listening to some music. I was like, “what if he walks away 
and leaves me at the airport.” What if all those build up (days before) would just end with me touching myself, 
alone. I cringed. Not the weekend I “imagined.”  

I was oblivious to people around me also waiting to board the flight. I didn’t even get to do my favorite pastime: 
people-watching. I was still nervous when I was in the plane that the thought of transferring seats near the 
window did not entice me (I was alone in my row). I managed to nap a bit and drink some coffee. After a few hours, 
I am finally there. Just a few more minutes and I’d be faced with the scary truth. We messaged each other and 
I apologized the flight was late. Being his usual funny self, he made a comment about me not being the pilot 
anyway. I thought to myself, at least he and I would have fun coz he’s funny and uhm, I can be funny too. I went 
to the bathroom to freshen up. I contemplated on brushing my teeth again but I thought, “Nah, he won’t kiss me, 
at least not yet…” After checking how I look in the bathroom mirror, I walked towards the exit. To distract myself, 
I managed to make a snap. Whew. Breathe, I reminded myself. I just know he’s tall and white but his face I 
couldn’t really recall. Just that he looks really kind.

One more turn and I’m almost out. The other passengers in the flight were still waiting for their luggage. I sighed 
deeply one last time and stepped out. I was like, “who am I looking for…” Then I saw this tall, smiling, and 
friendly-looking guy approach me. I thought, at least he’s smiling before he rejects me. And before I could think 
any more, he hugged me. Tight. I wanted to hug him back with the same intensity but what he told me was 
playing back in my mind, so I gave him an ‘acceptable enough’ hug.

H: I saw her walk out of the baggage claim looking around and I just made a beeline for her. “Hey Artemis,” I yelled. 
She had about two seconds of recognition before I hugged her.

Hunter and I walked outside towards the parking area. I was still surprised as to how he  hasn’t rejected me yet. 
I thought maybe he would later. Once there in the parking area, we reached the elevator, and that’s when what I 
never thought happened. Hunter kissed me. His act caught me by surprise that I didn’t get to respond properly 
and accordingly (haha). 

H: Yup. As soon as the doors closed, I tapped her on the shoulder grabbed her face and just planted it on her. 
Definitely a “Wait… what?” response was received.

★ Piper ★

My Young Guy Series : How We Met and the First Meeting

I was never into way younger men until I met Young Guy (YG). I never really asked him how he feels about me constantly calling him YG, but it is what it is. I am 13 years older than him, but that fact never bothered him. If any, it made him more curious whether he and I actually have chemistry. I guess for younger men (or women) this becomes a challenge (or fantasy) of some sort.

YG is good looking but not my type (when I met him, I was in my white boy phase, go figure). I find him too thin for my liking. I prefer a man who looks like a man, feminist friends will kill me, but I want a man who's strong, not necessarily buffed and all but someone who can protect me. Anyway, YG is fit and very fashionable. And being the millennial that he is, he uses hashtags every chance he gets and still makes me cringe sometimes.
Nonetheless, my curiosity got the better of me, and I still communicate with him. He and I met at the ever popular swiping app. No surprise there. Thankfully, he is smart too. He and I had chemistry as we were chatting and I had to admit I was intrigued by his smooth and consistent description of what he likes and not like. We went through the perfunctionary selfies and whole body shots (naked and otherwise) and we were still pretty much satisfied with what we saw. Through the pictures, I can say that his cock wasn't as big as others I have been with but I was still hopeful it'd be the opposite. 

I would only found out about it almost a month after we started chatting. 

He and I have been sending messages back and forth in almost a month when our schedule finally matched. It was a bit difficult since his family was visiting and I was busy with other stuff too. But everything soon worked out well. 

Since I was adamant that we meet halfway, the equally stubborn YG finally just booked me a room in a hotel near his area. I was coming from a couple of gatherings that night so I finally obliged. I was nervous but I thought, what's the worst thing that could possibly happen. He seemed excited because he kept on calling me every now and then (asking where I already was) and providing specific instructions. He said he will wait in front of the hotel. 

I was walking hurriedly to the place although I also made sure to check how I looked. As with any first time meeting, you're a combination of anxiousness and  excitement. Then I saw him. He's taller than I expected. He's about 5'10; I did confirm with him afterwards and he said correct. Looks like a model who's in a photo shott and I suddenly and slightly felt intimidated and self-conscious but what the heck, I know I can give him something he wants.  As soon as he saw me, his face lit up and he smiled. That made me relax. 

We proceeded to the front desk so that I could properly check in. He seemed legit and not afraid to use his real name. I immediately felt 'safe' and unafraid. It made me feel like I could trust him. He asked me if I wanted to have room delivered to the room and I politely declined. Soon after, we entered my room. I asked him how much time he has and he said maybe a couple of hours before he have to pick up his family from shopping. There was a brief awkward silence after that and then we both started talking. He then stopped and said, please talk and I said, "no, after you..." And boy, he did. We talked about our background, sexual motivation, interests, etc. We wanted to get to know each other more while gauging if we have chemistry. 

Conversation was easy and unforced. It was a relaxing time just talk with him about anything. I even thought to myself why I did not make time for it sooner. After talking for about 30 minutes, we both stopped then as if we were both thinking of it, we leaned closer and we kissed. That kiss was somewhat long and seemed to seal the deal. We agreed we'd be FWB (his term not mine coz if I would have it, I'd call it fuck buddy) but sexually exclusive. I told him we both can date other people and we just try to remain honest with each other. 

After we kissed, he looked at me expectantly. 

I stared back as if to say, "yes?" 

He smiled and he said, "I wanna feel your lips elsewhere..." His voice trailed off because at that moment I moved my head down to his cock...

(to be continued...)

★ Piper ★