Amisha (name changed) here, 21, so I'd say I so use Bumble a lot, more then I should maybe. So, I wasn't expecting much when I swiped right on him. Let's call him "Amit". His profile caught my attention instantly..sharp suit, salt-and-pepper hair, and his bio said something vague about being into politics, and while I usually avoid the
"serious types," there was something about him that screamed power.
Our chat was easy, playful even. He didn't try too hard, didn't flood me with cheesy compliments, and honestly?
That confidence was the hook. He told me he was married early on, almost casually, like it was just a footnote. For some reason, that only added to the thrill.
We met at a pub and from the moment I saw him in person, I knew I was in trouble. Amit the kind of man who commanded a room without saying a word. The date started innocent enough: drinks, witty banter, a little more about his "work in government" that he kept deliberately vague. But then he leaned in, his voice low, and asked if I wanted to "continue this conversation somewhere quieter." I didn't hesitate.
What followed was... intense. Amit was a confident man, sure, but also completely in control. It wasn't just about the physical..it was the way he made me feel small and out of control, the way he demanded everything without asking outright. By the time I left the hotel room, my legs were jelly, and I felt... wrecked, in the best possible way.
The next morning? Walking straight was a challenge. I couldn't stop replaying the way his hands gripped me, the things he murmured in my ear, and how I felt so "used" in all the right ways! Amisha (name changed) here, 21, so I'd say I so use Bumble a lot, more then I should maybe. So, I wasn't expecting much when I swiped right on him. Let's call him "Amit". His profile caught my attention instantly..sharp suit, salt-and-pepper hair, and his bio said something vague about being into politics, and while I usually avoid the
"serious types," there was something about him that screamed power.
Our chat was easy, playful even. He didn't try too hard, didn't flood me with cheesy compliments, and honestly?
That confidence was the hook. He told me he was married early on, almost casually, like it was just a footnote. For some reason, that only added to the thrill.
We met at a pub and from the moment I saw him in person, I knew I was in trouble. Amit the kind of man who commanded a room without saying a word. The date started innocent enough: drinks, witty banter, a little more about his "work in government" that he kept deliberately vague. But then he leaned in, his voice low, and asked if I wanted to "continue this conversation somewhere quieter." I didn't hesitate.
What followed was... intense. Amit was a confident man, sure, but also completely in control. It wasn't just about the physical..it was the way he made me feel small and out of control, the way he demanded everything without asking outright. By the time I left the hotel room, my legs were jelly, and I felt... wrecked, in the best possible way.
The next morning? Walking straight was a challenge. I couldn't stop replaying the way his hands gripped me, the things he murmured in my ear, and how I felt so "used" in all the right ways!
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