Yet another disclaimer. Mature content ahead.

One of the things I really love about dating is meeting new people. People who have lived a completely different life than me, and who can tell me strange tales and fun anecdotes.

I have always been a bit funny that way, maybe its an author-thing, but I always have enjoyed listening to people’s life stories. When we were younger and went to pubs, the other could hang out in the bar, dancing, talking and socializing while I would sit in a corner and talk to some drunk persons, who told me their life story.

Yeah, I know … I’m an oddball. ;-) Good thing that I’m an author and therefore can cover it up with that excuse.

Doom had many tales to tell. He loved to travel. He would work really hard for a couple of months, then travel and experience the world. He especially loved the far Orient and had been in most of the Asian countries. That’s why he had this small crummy apartment, because he had very cheap rent, and wanted to spend his money on travels instead.

For example, he told about an experience which he considered to be one of the most significant in his life (besides the birth of his son). One time he had been in Tibet, and there was a guided tour up one of the mountains near Mount Everest. When he and the guide came up to some plateau, they put up camp, took some LSD and smoked hash and watched the sun go down over the highest mountain in the world.

I don’t know why, but I find this story so amazingly beautiful. At least it is a unique story to tell.

What didn’t really rub me the right way, was that he admitted that he smoked hash regularly. Not every day, but at least every 2-3 days. He loved to get high and go to metal concerts, eat some mushrooms watch the colors unfold and feel the heavy drums in every fiber.

Okaaay, I thought … that explains why you are so easygoing and don’t seem to fuss over anything at all. Maybe there was also a significant loss of brain cells, but maybe that could be the reason why he was so fantastic at the sex part.

I do smoke myself. And when I was teenager, I tried pot once. And herbal tea on another occasion, which funny enough had a greater effect than the pot. But I never tried anything harder and have no urge to do so. But I didn’t like the fact that he potentially was on drugs, when I came to visit, and that is why it ended between us.

But on the 3 encounters that we had, we had loads of sex. I think first time it was a thing of 3 hours, second time it was from midafternoon till late in the night, just interrupted by some take away delivery.

Now that I found out HOW it could be done, I didn’t seem to be able to get enough. I had about 30 years to catch up, and Doom didn’t seem to mind this at all. He was one of those guys, who doesn’t come that often, and really just enjoyed playing around. Can’t say if it was because all the drugs had done something to his parts, but I had funnily enough no problem with me being the center of attention, which he loved.

We also talked about my body and why I tensed so much, so we had almost tantra-like sessions, with breathing exercises, where I was really relaxed. Both in my body and mind, and I was very much aware that I should loosen up in my lower abdomen, because I knew that I always was a bit tense there. Maybe because I was so focused on relaxing in that part of my body, following happened.

It was totally unexpected. It was somewhere in our 3rd encounter. We had been going on for about 3 or 4 hours at that point and have had a lot of fun. I loved the way we could joke, talk, have sex, give and get pleasure and just be in a moment of joy, lust, fun and satisfaction. It was quite amazing actually.

He was lying between my legs, using fingers and tongue and suddenly something very chocking happened. At least for me. I wasn’t at all prepared, and afterwards I can see that that only about 20% of all women do this. I was getting an orgasm and suddenly I squirted him right in the face.

I was horrified!

I thought I had peed on him, and I was completely petrified. Apologized and was totally ashamed and embarrassed.

He just laughed and started to explain to me what I just had done.

I do realize how naive I sound. Of course, I had heard of female ejaculation! I have seen my share of porn and had seen women with ejaculations so hard they could flush paint of walls, but I had NO idea, that I was able to do that. The feelings of orgasms alone were very different from what I previously had experienced. From one mediocre orgasm to this string of orgasms I had with Doom, that was mind blowing, and now the ejaculation part!

Of course, that made me tense op again, because I didn’t really want it to happen again. I was still embarrassed by it and wouldn’t quite believe that he enjoyed it as much as he said.

We had one last date after this night, and I tried to let the whole hash-thing go, but I couldn’t really relax in his presence again, so short after I ended it.

I was sad to let the good sex go, now that I had found it, but where there is one, there must be more.

That sent me out on a series of both bad and totally amusing first dates, which I can tell about in my next episode.

If you want to share any of your bad first dates, I’d love to hear them. :-)

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