It all started with a match on Bumble. Dr. Heartbreak was one of three men vying for my attention. Initially, he wasn’t my favorite; another man was texting and calling almost daily, putting in effort that made him seem ready for something serious. But in a surprising twist, Dr. Heartbreak’s persistence won me over.
He invited me to his place for an apéro, but I canceled last minute. Undeterred, he persisted, and I invited him over to my place instead for a drink and a bite. It might have seemed risky, but my intuition told me it was the right call. I wouldn’t recommend this to others, but I don’t regret it.
The First Date That Changed Everything
When I opened the door, I was met with a tall, handsome man with a neatly trimmed beard and piercing blue eyes. His presence was magnetic, and the chemistry between us was instant. We sat on the sofa and talked for over an hour. Our conversation ranged from politics to life philosophies, our opposing views only fueling the growing attraction.
Then, in a smooth move, he leaned closer, his intense gaze locking with mine, and said, “You are incredibly beautiful and attractive.” My pulse quickened. “So are you,” I responded, barely breathing. He softly asked, “May I kiss you?” His request was so gentlemanly, it melted any remaining hesitation. When our lips met, it was electric; tender yet passionate, pulling me into a world where only we existed.
The intensity grew as he gently guided me to my bedroom. His hands explored me with care and desire, and he undressed me slowly, savoring every moment. He laid me on the bed, his kisses trailing down my body, igniting sensations I hadn’t felt in years. When he went down on me, it wasn’t rushed; it was deliberate, full of passion, and focused entirely on my pleasure. The waves of my first climax left me breathless, but he wasn’t done. His excitement grew as he entered me, his movements slow and intentional at first, building into a rhythm that left us both gasping.
We explored each other’s bodies, switching positions, each one more intimate than the last. When we moved to doggy style, the intensity reached its peak, and I climaxed again. I couldn’t believe it; a second orgasm in one night. He held me afterward, whispering how much he had enjoyed it, and I felt an intimacy I hadn’t experienced in years.
The Morning After: Passion Rekindled
To my surprise, he didn’t leave after we were done. Instead, he asked to turn off the lights and stayed the night, spooning me as we drifted off to sleep. Even in his sleep, he kissed my shoulders and back, his unconscious gestures filling me with warmth and affection. It had been so long since I’d felt that kind of closeness.
In the morning, I woke up in his arms. Before I could even fully wake, his hands began to explore my body again, igniting my arousal. He slid into me with ease, and our lovemaking was slow, sensual, and perfect for the quiet intimacy of the early morning. Afterward, we shared breakfast and a shower before he left for the hospital, kissing me tenderly goodbye.
A Passionate Beginning
That night marked the start of a passionate relationship that would leave a lasting mark on me. Dr. Heartbreak wasn’t just another date; he was an experience, a force of nature that challenged me emotionally, physically, and mentally. While I didn’t know it then, this was only the beginning of a story that would bring both joy and heartbreak, forever shaping the way I view love.
Stay tuned for the next chapter, where I’ll share how our relationship evolved and the lessons I learned along the way.
