It is been a few dry sexless months, and my friends are nagging me to join a singles meetup site; however, I have always been wary of these sites for fear of being duped or catfished. I reluctantly sign up for the site; I am concerned about what others will think of me, whether I will be liked, whether anyone will swipe on my profile, and whether we will click. With hundreds of possibilities racing through my mind, I decided it was best to sign up right away while I still had the courage. My dating life is terrible, and I need some luck. As much as I enjoy being single, answering only to myself and not having to worry about someone waiting at home for me, I miss the intimacy that comes with being with a partner.

I left the site open on my computer as I went about my household tasks, hoovering the carpets, washing the dishes, and putting a load of laundry in, and my computer dings one, two, three, and more times as I make my way over to my desk to see what is dinging. I wiggle my mouse to wake up my computer from sleep mode and notice that I have left the site open on my screen; it has also shown that I have over ten swipes on my profile. When I opened the section of the site that shows who has swiped on your profile, the first man was clearly not my type; he appeared to be more of a fuckboy than a commitment type of man. All of the other men who swiped fit into the same mould, and the longer I go on, the less I believe there is anyone decent on this site. However, the last two men caught my eye: Shaun, a twenty-eight-year-old yoga instructor with dirty blonde shaggy hair, piercing blue eyes, a sharp jawline, and an unkempt beard, who is very sexy. The other man is not my usual type, but there is something about him that draws me in: Jay, a thirty-year-old neurosurgeon with mousy brown hair, green/blue eyes, and a broad but toned body. I swiped on both of their profiles, which resulted in us matching and allowing us to start a conversation.

The conversations I had with both men went well; we talked about our interests and general conversation that people have when they are getting to know each other, and we agreed to set up dates; I had a date with Shaun first on Tuesday night after work, and a date with Jay on Wednesday during the day because we both had the day off. I was about to ask for weekend dates, but then I remembered I had a comic book convention to attend, so I would not be able to go on those dates. Since it is Monday, I request that the dates be set for Tuesday and Wednesday so that I will not have time to change my mind. I go to my closet and select two lovely outfits suitable for a first date, hang them over the door and inspect them to ensure that they will be okay; one is a knee length black pencil skirt with a slit up the back ending just below my ass, a spaggetti strap vest top and a see-through black lace flower shirt, and the other is a backless purple cocktail dress with a low V cut chest and spaggetti straps. Both outfits look great with different contrasts that reflect the differences in my personality; I think I will wear the dress with Shaun and the skirt with Jay.

Tuesday night comes faster than I think, and my date with Shaun is approaching, and to be honest, I am very excited to meet him. He is definitely my type, with long-ish hair that I can grab onto, and he is a yoga instructor, so he will be flexible and have good stamina, which is exactly what I need to keep my inner temptress at bay. I start getting ready in the purple low-cut dress I picked out last night, slipping it over my head and allowing it to fall down my naked body; I always go commando under a dress, especially one as sexy as this one. I grab my phone, bag, and keys before heading out to meet my date.

I arrive at the restaurant early to calm my nerves before he arrives. I approach the bar area and ask the cute barman for a dirty martini without olives; he gives me a sexy wink and prepares my drink. I fumble around with the hem of my dress as my nerves worsen, the barman hands me my drink, and I pay him for it and tip him a little as a thank you for being nice. I take a big swig of the drink, feeling it burn as it flows down my throat, taking my nerves with it. I am feeling more confident about this date. After ten minutes, he arrives right on time, approaching me and tapping my shoulder.

“Annabelle?” He asks.

"Shaun," I say, startled.

"Wow, your picture did not do you justice; you are breathtaking," he exclaims.

I look him up and down, starting with his feet, wearing mix-matched flipflops, baggy jeans with rips across the knees, and a naughty slogan t-shirt saying FBI - female boob inspector, and I giggle to myself because I love how casually he has dressed, being so unapologetically himself.

"Thank you very much, Shaun. I could say the same thing about you; you are a handsome man."

"Should we get a table, gorgeous?" He asks, reaching out his hand to help me get off the bar stool. I take his hand and we walk up to the podium and ask the nice hostess for a table for two, to which she nods and shows us to our table, hands us our menu, and excuses herself. Shortly after, our waiter for the night asks if I would like a drink before we order, to which I kindly agree, asking for a dirty martini with no olives, and Shaun asks for a bud light, to which she gives us a sweet smile and leaves to get us our drinks, Lord knows I need it to calm my nerves. She returns with our drink after 5 minutes, places a bottle of Bud Light and my martini on our table, and walks away.

I smile at him as I pick up the menu to see if there is anything I would like to eat. After scanning it, there is not much here that I would eat, so I choose the chicken in white wine sauce. The waiter comes over and takes our order before leaving again. We sit there in silence for a moment, which feels very awkward. I am not good at small talk, so I am hoping he will start a conversation, but he doesn't, so I ask him some questions to get to know him better.

"So, Shaun, why did you sign up for the website? You do not strike me as someone who has trouble finding a date."

"Well, the website is an excellent way to meet desperate single women looking for a good time."

I am taken aback by his response; I think to myself, "What a cheeky fucker," but I have to give him credit for answering so honestly. Although it is been a while since I have had sex, I would not consider myself desperate.

"Well, I can not deny your honesty," I say. "So, what do you expect out of this date?"

He picks up his Bud Light and takes a swig before putting it back down to respond to me, "Well, I am hoping we will have some good food, which I will pay for of course, but then we will go back to my place so I can give you the best night of your life," he says casually as if it were a rehearsed speech he had memorised.

Why do I keep going for guys like this? I ask myself, "There is no way I am staying for this date; I can not deal with another self-centred person." I abruptly stand up and say, "I am sorry, I need to excuse myself; I need the little girls' room."

I quickly walk away before he has a chance to say anything, pretending to be going to the ladies' room, and then leave the restaurant when he is not looking. I start walking home because it is not a long walk to my flat; what is wrong with guys these days? You can not even have a normal date without being rude and vulgar. I get to my flat, settle in, change into my nightwear, and flop onto the couch, sighing. I got all dolled up for an absolutely shit show of a night, but I am not going to let myself wallow in self-pity.

I take out my laptop and play my favourite porn video, which arouses me. I wish I were her in the video, playfully wrestling a man in a ring. I pull my pants to the side and slowly run my fingers over my pussy lips. I moan as I continue watching the video, seeing them fuck each other so dirty turns me on so much. I begin to open my pussy lips slowly, teasing myself and ensuring that I can last as long as possible. The pleasure grows as my fingers dance across my clit, caressing it like the precious jewel it is, feeling the pleasure spread through my body and into my mind, until nothing mattered but my fingers on my clit, the two fucking in the video, and my pleasure. Not long after, I erupt like a fountain, spraying my juices all over my ass and soaking my couch in my heavenly smelling cum.

I collapse on the couch, exhausted emotionally from the day's events and physically from the mind-blowing orgasm I just experienced.

Wednesday morning arrives faster than I would like; I was having a sexy dream in which I was dressed up in my cosplay outfit and making out with my favourite last avatar character, Zuko; I hope to see someone dressed as Zuko at the convention on Saturday. I shake my head because the more I think about that dream, the more horny I become, and I need to get ready for my date with Jay. I hope he turns out better than my date last night; I still can not get over his arrogance, but I will not let it ruin my day.

I go to my closet to get ready for my date this afternoon; I put on the black spaghetti strap vest top with no bra underneath, pull up my pencil skirt, and fasten it over my vest top, and finish with the see-through black lace blouse. When I am satisfied that my makeup and hair look good, I leave to meet Jay for our date. This date is more my style; we will grab a cup of coffee to go and go to the local park to sit and have a nice, peaceful conversation. As I approach the coffee shop, I notice Jay standing there messing around on his phone, so I take the time to check him out. He is tall, very tall, with a tailored suit that leaves nothing to the imagination, hugging him in all the right places, tousled mousey brown hair, and he looks like the perfect gentleman.

"Jay?" I ask.

"Belle? He says, "Wow, you are stunning. I apologise for being so aloof. Your beauty caught me off guard." His low, husky voice makes me shudder.

I smile and say, "Oh, thank you very much, Jay. That was very kind of you. Shall we go get that coffee now?"

"That sounds wonderful; lead the way."

He opens the door to the coffee shop and invites me to walk in first; who says chivalry is dead? We order our coffees and stand in comfortable silence while they are brewed; after a few minutes, our coffees are ready, and we leave and head to the park, finding a good place to sit where we will not be disturbed too much. As we sit down, we begin to get to know each other, passing on basic information about ourselves, which was nice; we have a lot in common, and it is nice to be able to connect with someone who is not immediately trying to get into my pants.

As we exchange questions, one of them is, "Do you have any strange birthmarks or scars on your body that are noticeable?" He smirks at me before responding to my question.

He giggles as he explains, "Well, I do have this weird birthmark on my right shoulder, and it kind of looks like Ditto from Pokemon."

"That is really cool; I would love to see it sometime."

"Maybe one day, if you are lucky," he says with a wink. "Where did your name come from? Annabelle is an unusual name."

"Ah, well, I was named after my great-grandmother, Annebelle, and I guess my parents wanted to carry on her legacy; however, I am not fond of my full name, so I usually go by Belle."

"Well, Annabelle," he emphasises my name, "I think your name is beautiful, and an even more beautiful tribute to your great-grandmother."

"Thank you, Jay; that means a lot to me," I say to him, smiling broadly.

We continue our date for a little longer, and before we know it, it is late, and we decide to part and go our separate ways for the time being, arranging a second date for another time. We hug each other, and I feel like a little doll in his arms, with me at five-foot-two and him at six-foot-three, as if I was always meant to be there.

I walk home with a smile on my face because the date went exactly as planned; I am already thinking about our next date, which I am really looking forward to. But before the date, I am going to a comic book convention dressed as Mai from The Last Airbender, which I am very excited about.

The rest of the week is dragging; I can not wait for Saturday; Thursday goes by so slowly, as does Friday morning; I am itching for Friday to end so that Saturday can arrive. On Friday night, I make sure I have everything ready for the morning, including my outfit, make-up, wig, and mask. I know Mai does not always wear a mask, but I want to add mystery to my outfit choice. Now that everything is ready to go, I crawl into bed and relax, but no matter how hard I try, I can not fall asleep; I am both excited and nervous about tomorrow.

To calm my nerves, I take my bullet vibrator from my bedside table, set it to low, and place it in my pants. I use the bullet to part my pussy lips, sending tingles through them as I moan, and run it up and down my pussy lips, applying pressure until it reaches my clit. 'Ooooh.' Wow, with the tingling still fluttering through my pussy's lips and the vibrations against my clit, I feel like I am floating on a cloud of ecstasy, pure unfiltered pleasure, waves and waves of euphoria flowing all over my body from head to toe. It does not take long for me to come undone; the sounds of my own moans push me over the edge, and I cum hard and fast, the flow of my juices soaking me and the sheet beneath me. Tiredness washes over me after that toe-circling orgasm, and I drift off to sleep peacefully.

I get up the following morning feeling energised and eager for the day. Since the comic book convention begins at three in the afternoon, I take a quick shower and use a towel to pat myself dry. I scream with excitement as I dash to my dressing room, eager to unleash my inner nerd and play with like-minded individuals tonight. I put my black lace thong on over my feet and slowly pull it up to my pussy, making sure it covers my smooth lips perfectly. I place the string at the back between my ass cheeks and gently caress them while I do this. I decide not to wear a bra today, allowing my perky breasts to be free for the day. I put on my tights, smoothing them out over my legs and running my hands up and down a few times to ensure there are no creases. I then put on my fire nation battle robes, wig, and look in the mirror. I look amazing, just like Mai from The Last Airbender, and I really hope to meet my zuko tonight. With that thought in mind, I pack my overnight bag because I plan to stay at the convention hotel for as long as possible in order to fully immerse myself in the experience.

After putting my bag in my hotel room, I make my way down to the lobby where the event is about to begin. Crowds of people swarm in, dressed in various costumes representing their favourite character from a game, a book, a comic, or a movie. The best part about these conventions is that everyone is free to express their love of fiction without fear of ridicule. I walk into the crowd in awe; everything is exactly as I imagined it to be: stalls with my favourite comic books, competition booths for best dressed, lectures on anime and superheroes, questions and answers with popular authors; it is a dream come true for me. I walk around in a daze, not paying attention to where I am going, and I collide with what feels like a brick wall, landing on my ass.

When I look up, I feel like my eyes are deceiving me; it is a man dressed as my favourite anime character, Zuko! It seems like fate that I just happened to run into him because I did not think I would find someone dressed like him, just as I did not see anyone here dressed like him last year. He extends his hand to help me up, which I gratefully accept. He pulls me to my feet, and we stand there in silence for a moment, only to realise that our outfits match.

“Mai!” He exclaims.

"Zuko," I exclaim.

"Whoa, I never imagined seeing someone here dressed as Mai. Do you enjoy avatar?"

I chuckle and say, "Of course I do; otherwise, I would not be dressed as Mai."

"Well, that question was dumb now, was not it?" He chuckles.

"It was definitely an icebreaker question," I laugh.

"That is for sure," he says, imitating my chuckle, "would you like to join me for a drink, mi'lady?"

"I thought you would never ask," I say, smiling.

He extends his hand for me to hold, which I gladly accept, and we make our way to the bar area. We grab some drinks and head to the lounge area, where we sit and make small talk for a while before heading to the dance floor. With drinks flowing through us and the instant connection we both feel, it does not take long before we are grinding up on each other, him holding my hips and me rotating my hips, pushing my ass into his groin as we move together. It is getting hot and steamy, and sexual tension is building between us; I know where I want this to go, and I am hoping he does too.

I turn around to face him, lean into his ear, and suggestively ask, "Would you like to take this to my room upstairs?"

"Lead the way."

We run excitedly towards the lift, tension rising, the heat between us burning passion into our skins with each touch, a fire that sets my soul ablaze. No names, no seeing each other's faces, just one night focused solely on pure pleasure, and heaven knows how much I need and want to be desired for a night, and who better than a man dressed as a man I have physically dreamed about. We exit the lift on the floor of my room and walk down the corridor, stopping outside the room, where he lunges forward greedily kissing my lips. His taste is intoxicating; I need more, so I lick his lip and ask for permission to enter, which he gladly grants, our tongues dancing together in a beautiful tango, sparks flying as we move, and after a few minutes, we part our lips, desperate for air. My swollen lips feel empty, longing to have his back against mine again. I open the door to the room, and as soon as we walk in, his lips find mine again, but this time there is no gentleness to the kiss, it is rough, and he is showing me how much he wants me, to take me, through his kiss. Again, we parted, our foreheads touching, out of breath, and the desire to take each other rises.

I whisper in his ear to leave his mask on before we proceed, and he nods in agreement. He then picks me up bridal style and throws me onto the bed, jumping on top of me while being careful not to put his entire weight on me. He leans forward and gently plants kisses on my lips, moving down to my jaw and taking his time to explore my exposed face. He then moves down to my neck, finding that sweet spot that makes my toes curl and suck on it. My breathing quickens, and I let out moans that seem to indicate my surrender. He moves back and pulls me up and close, taking his time removing my clothes and feeling every inch of my body as he goes. He stands up from the bed, slowly undressing himself, while I shamelessly stare at him, watching him reveal his sexy toned up body, and I moan, very sexy indeed.

He is standing there absolutely nude, while I am lying on the bed, wearing nothing but the mask we decided to wear. He removes his silk belt from his outfit and walks towards the bed, taking both of my hands in his. His eyes ask for permission to tie them together, and I nod my head in agreement. He wastes no time tying the silk belt around my wrists in between them, making sure it is properly tied but not too tight to hurt me. Once he is satisfied with how he has tied it, he raises my arms above my head and ties the rest of the tie to the bed frame, keeping me in place. He takes a step back and admires me, calling me beautiful, before crawling on the bed at my feet, kissing his way up both of my legs, taking his time, savouring the taste of my skin, continuing up as I keep gasping every time his lips touch me, his kiss leaving an imprint on skin, burning a memory into it, something to look back on with a smile.

His kiss finally reaches the inside of my thigh, where the crease meets the lips of my pussy. He takes his time teasing around my pussy, licking and kissing carefully not to touch my wet hot pussy. I moan and sigh as he does, the ultimate tease, my hands unable to grab him by his beautiful hair and grind my pussy against his lips and tongue. My need and desire to feel his tongue on my clit is growing, and I need and want him to stop this sweet torture and give me what I want, but he doesn't, instead kissing his way up my stomach to my breasts, leaving my pussy wet, throbbing, and aching to be touched. He chuckles as I exaggerate a frustrated sigh as he approaches my left breast, kissing around it in circles, my breasts rising and falling hard with each breath I take as the pleasure he is providing causes my breathing to become uncontrollable. He continues to kiss my breast in circles until he finally reaches my nipple. To my surprise, he takes my nipple between his teeth and pulls hard, causing me to yelp; I was not expecting it because he had been so sensual up to this point. Painful pleasure erupts all over my body, and I pull on my restraints, feeling a europhic sensation building.

Then he continues by sucking on my hardening nipple while softly blowing over it, which adds to the europhia coursing through me and transports me to places in my head that are full of intense, blissful pleasure. Sending waves of pleasure into my core and spreading to my pussy, nipple stimulation has always been one of my biggest turn ons, and I can feel it building with nipple play alone, that incredible feeling that washes over you just before you release. He moves over to my other nipple and does the same thing he did to my left, pulling it between his teeth, blowing on it, and sensually sucking on it. I am so close to orgasm, my moans becoming louder and my breathing becoming more erratic as I begin to orgasm, then he stops. I whimper as he stops because it causes my orgasm to stop as well, and the beautiful buildup I have just felt is gradually fading. He chuckles and tells me to be patient.

Patience is not in my vocabulary when it comes to pleasure, but I am bound and have little choice but to surrender to this slow-burning pleasure. He moves his mouth up the sweet spot on my neck while his hands caress my inner thighs, gently applying pressure every now and then before running up to the entrance of my pussy and stopping. I groan at his abrupt stop. 'Patience,' he whispers into my ear as he begins to lick and suck my neck, his hand hovering over my pussy. My senses are in overdrive, oversimulated in the best way possible, and I can not stop the moans from escaping my mouth as he begins to rub my pussy lips, gently rubbing up and down them, opening them up and exposing my glistening clit.

I get really wet as he slowly runs his fingertip in circles over my clit as he continues to gently suck on my neck. My fluids are beginning to pool at the base of my pussy, threatening to overflow the edge. He dips his fingers in my fluids and brings them up to his lips, licking them clean. I lick my lips, envious that he is tasting me. He notices this and dips his finger inside me once more, bringing it to my lips this time, holding his finger out close to my lips so I can taste myself from his fingers. I stick my tongue out, and he rubs his finger along my tongue, spreading my juices all over it, and I moan in pleasure; I love the taste of my own pussy, and seeing me taste my own juices awakens something in him, a need, a want, a primal need to fill it full of cum.

He gives me a passionate kiss on the lips, his tongue dancing with mine, grabbing the last little taste of cum off my tongue before lowering himself down to my pussy, spreading my pussy lips open, and greedily sticking his tongue in it. Lapping up all the juices that have spilt as a result of his teasing, I gasp and moan as he does; the sensation of his togue instead of my pussy is indescribable; it transports me to another realm, a realm of nothing but pleasure, pure, raw, unfiltered pleasure. I want nothing more than to take his head in my hands and control how his tongue fucks my pussy, but I can't, so I grind my hips against his face. He tuts inside my pussy, his voice vibrating through my body and causing me to whimper. He places his hands on my hips and pushes them down into the bed as he continues to tongue fuck me until I cum. Once I cum, he positions himself over the top of me, placing the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy and leans forward to kiss me. As soon as his lips touch mine, he thrusts inside my pussy, inch by inch, until he is completely inside balls deep. He keeps his lips on mine while slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy, so gentle and tender. Keeping that steady rhythm as he sensually fucks me, transporting me to new heights of ecstasy, he is taking me in ways I have never experienced before.

Slow thrusts in and out have my legs shaking and my toes curling; this orgasm is a gift that never ends; each thrust he makes causes my orgasm to continue. My pussy is quivering, and my juices squirt relentlessly, covering us both in my scent and arousal. He starts moving a little harder, slowly dragging his cock out of my pussy, leaving only the tip in, and slams back inside me, my moans and cum continuing to come out. With a few more thrusts like this, he becomes undone inside me, filling me with his hot, thick, sexy-smelling cum. My pussy tightens around him, milking him for every last drop of cum, as his moans and growls echo throughout the room. The room smells of a delicious mix of sweat and cum, our breathing heavy from the highs we have just taken each other to. My pussy releases his cock, which he pulls out and brings to my mouth, and I begin sucking it clean, savouring the taste of both of our juices mixing together, which tastes absolutely divine. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and kisses me fiercely, with a pure passion that nearly makes me cum again, his tongue tasting both of us together, and he moans into my mouth as he unties me from the bed. He pulls me in close to his chest as we sit there cuddling, enjoying the moment after what was unquestionably one of the best sex experiences of my life.

We both stand up and begin to prepare for a shower; I offer him to go in first, but he suggests we go in together and he will wash my hair and scrub my back; that is an offer I cannot refuse. He turns around, and I think to myself, he has a sexy look back, but what is that mark on him? I walk closer to him to get a better look at it, and I gasp in shock; I know that mark; I have been told it is Ditto from Pokemon.

"JAY," I say more loudly than I intended.

He quickly turns around with a shocked and terrified expression on his face, and I rip off my mask, causing him to gasp.

"ANNABELLE," he says, matching my voice volume.

Both of us are stunned; how could the fantastic date I had earlier this week result in the best sex of my life?

We will definitely do that again.