This was purely a one time situation.
He did not look like his profile picture at all. Reeked of cigarettes and I was stupid enough to invite him over during the day when I was at a particular low after the breakup.
Long story short, he had a massive dick, tiny brain and adorable dog…but he spit on my vagina.
Do I need to add any more than that? Kept wanting to take the condom off during sex and had what looked like cigarette burns on his chest. I could barely look at him.
This was the first, and hopefully last time I ever cried after sex. I felt so cheap and dirty. While it was consensual, it was horrible.
I ended up having to block his number and changed my name on social media for a while because he wouldn’t stop messaging me and sending me threatening messages.