My First Sex In Dublin Was At A Place No One Could Possibly Guess

Don’t let the truth bore any story

It must have been my first week in Dublin. New country, new city and everything was brand new. After a really bad job interview and rain that drenched me to my bone I was walking around town trying to find the cheapest thing I could eat.

Before I found a chicken roll, he found me.

He asked me if I was looking for something as I clearly looked lost. I followed the voice and then I saw his beautiful face. As my eyes found his neck I saw his vein popping up before hiding under his white T-shirt. My eyes followed it until it appeared on his massive arms all down to his finger.

I didn’t speak for a second.

Now, the whole world is accustomed to men training hard at the gym, steroids and Instagrammable bodies are all the rage, but that wasn’t really the case for 2013, not in my world at least. I felt all my horniness rush in my pants.

I asked him if he was talking to me. He said yes.

I knew that I wanted to live in Dublin for a very long time that very moment.

I didn’t tell him I was looking to eat something since I couldn’t get myself into a meal situation I couldn’t afford.

‘I’ll have lunch with two work colleagues in Zaytoon. I’d invite you if I was alone.’