During our first exchange on Grindr, after he’d made it clear he was exclusively into femininity, he told me he might be down to fuck me—but only if I wore a wig, makeup, and lingerie. Gay sex Daniel had actually wanted to fuck me in my car, but I insisted on getting a room. The parking lot was mostly empty, which brought a slight sense of relief to my ever-growing mix of nerves and excitement.“I’m here,” I texted Daniel. So I messaged him and sent a picture I’d taken of my ass in the shower.He replied a few minutes later, sending a picture of his cock. Despite its thickness and length, his cock stood straight out, almost perfectly horizontal except for a slight curve. Still, I wondered how many of those men come here not to fuck, but to be fucked. Soon, we were regularly sending each other pictures and videos: his cock, my ass.It took a few weeks before I built up the courage to order my first pair of panties—a red lace thong, skimpy and delicate, that hugged me in a way nothing else ever had. The lace thong was a constant reminder, the back riding snug between my cheeks, the front holding my helpless bulge in a soft prison of
