Day 67 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
This one is a bit late as I came across the work of 19th century Hungarian artist, Mihály Zichy. So intense. This is a poor replication.
A shares her tale from Dubai
“So it’s been over six years since I moved out of India to Dubai. My emotions have been in a tizzy since.
I found what I missed in men in a woman and since then I have been with women. I realized women are better to be with, emotionally. But lately I was craving wild sex with men, complete with sweat, body hair, wild wet kissing and more.
So I choose Tinder to see what it brings. I looked at many profiles but never felt like meeting anyone and I didn’t but this one guy caught my attention. He had specified he had a girlfriend back home and she knew he was on Tinder and that he was in Dubai for a short time. Well that was just what I needed and to top it all his smile melted me.
He was nothing like any of the guys I had dated. Tall, long hair, all tattooed up,
wellbuilt and not to forget his piercing blue eyes.
He messaged.
I replied.
The agenda was clear.
He was too good to be true and he knew it. I thought he would be one of those selfish guys who finishes his business and walks off.
And then we met, he wasted no time. The second we saw each other, we started to kiss passionately, he lifted me and took me to the bedroom. I craved that, I craved a strong body holding me. Even before we could get down to fucking each other’s brains out, he went down on me and with every lick he moaned. It has been days and even now his manly moans echoes in my head and I get uncontrollably wet. We had sex once, twice and again. It was just what I needed. No strings attached. We talked and he is my new adventure till it lasts, till he goes back in a few months to his girl.”
