Day 96 of 100 Indian Tinder Tales
Inspiration: Rene magritte | love from a distance
Sent by D from Barcelona
“I was attending this workshop in a student town in Belgium, when I matched with A. Pleasantries were exchanged soon, along with phone numbers. And it was decided that we meet the next day at a bar. Somehow I blew her off the next day, and instead went on a day trip Brussels. I believe she was angry, and we didn’t talk for the next few days. On my last night in town, I was sitting at one of the many bars in town when I received a text from her saying that she had seen me at the bar. I told her she should have come up and said ‘hi’, but she said I had a lot of people around me and in any case she left.
I added her on Facebook, and a month later I sent her a message, and we started talking. And the more we talked, the more it felt like we were forming a strong connection. Things escalated quickly, we moved to sexting, exchanging nudes, and then we started calling. In a few weeks, we were having phone sex almost every night, touching ourselves while seducing each other over the phone. And there was no faking. I knew I was coming and her moans over the phone as she came were real. We both knew at that point that what we were doing was probably childish and it was frustrating, feeling this sort of connection but not being able to meet. We thought maybe seeing each other would put an end to this. A couple of weeks into this, we decided we had to see each other, but our schedules and location wouldn’t allow for that to happen. Not for the next two months at least.
I had another workshop to attend in Amsterdam, and we decided to meet there. It was close to her from Belgium, so she agreed she would come to spend a couple of days with me. She booked a cheap double room in a hostel, but the day she checked in, it got upgraded to a suite. She sent me a picture of the room that afternoon, and we were supposed to meet in the evening. We met outside a metro station in Amsterdam, bought some food supplies and retired to the room. The tension was mounting, the urge to touch each other, to do all those things we had spoken about on the phone over all those hours was visible on both our faces. And after 15 mins of sitting on opposite sides of the bed, I leaned in and kissed her. Between that kiss and the next morning when I left for my workshops, we had sex 8 times. It took barely 20 mins between orgasms for us to turn each other on. The next day we met in the evening again, bought a joint from one of the famous coffee shops in Amsterdam, smoked it and returned to our suite to have the best sex ever. The clothes came off as soon as the door to the room was shut, we were groping each other as we fell on the bed. An hour later we had both passed out. From pleasure and exhaustion. And maybe some weed. I stayed in bed with her all morning and skipped the workshops.
Epilogue: When we parted ways we kinda promised each other that there would be no expectations. We went back to our busy lives, put some distance between us. She told me being with me made her want to be in something more real, a real relationship, and we knew that it wasn’t possible between us. And we both just accepted that. We still talk, and hope to meet up in some random city somewhere, but this time aren’t planning for it.”