I don’t frequent bars. Especially not ones like that. It was a dive bar, and there seemed far too many finance bros around. I was there to play pool on a quiet Tuesday night. Yet… It was fucking packed, nowhere to sit. No open billiards tables— wasn’t a single reason to be here whatsoever.

Apparently a local kickball league had struck up residence for the night. I figured my only angle to getting a game of pool in was going to be lurking around the tables until some guy bought me a drink and offered to play. Doubted it would take long.

I was something of a pool shark myself and had even brought some cash to lose just incase. I usually played $5 a game, nothing crazy, I wasn’t THAT good. Regardless, some hotshot came up to me in 30 seconds flat and offered a game and a drink.

His name was something forgettable, who cares; because 30 seconds after *that,* a new challenger appeared.

They were strikingly androgynous, long dyed hair extending far past their face. There was a sternness and a bit of a bad boy attitude (fitted leather jacket and white blouse) that made them quite attractive to me. Soon they were watching me and prince charming play pool as I quietly sunk ball after ball and beat him in a few turns.

Before I knew it, they were offering me a game, speaking finally.

“Care to drop this loser and have some competition?” Their eyes sparkled with nerves. It was cute. Prince charming wasn’t so stoked about that. He came up with a lame protest and quickly dropped away. Finally.

We played a game which frankly they likely let me win (good move), and we both proceeded to get unbelievably drunk. Long story short, we just talked at the bar. For hours. And real life happened— we were too drunk for either of us consent to much so we just cuddled and went to sleep. Green flag number 2.

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I guess that following morning, or early afternoon really, is when I looked at them and truly realized how fucking hot they were. Arm draped across me, I stared lazily at their visage, contemplating how creationism had some good arguments suddenly— this face was crafted by the hand of a god. It was so angelic, neither masculine nor quite feminine. As they began to slowly come to life, I worried suddenly for the first time in my life that maybe they wouldn’t want what I wanted right now. I felt humbled by their angelic presence. And by the way they were suddenly stroking my arm. And then my chest, slowly caressing my nipples through my shirt. I smirked. Worried for nothing.

All the fire of the night suddenly came back to us. We were on each other like animals, ripping and tearing at the clothes which remained, intent on freeing each other of such earthly trifles.

They took one look at my naked body, and with a smile began to eat me out. Fuck it was good. Their tongue was tracing circles on every nerve ending that I never knew existed. Pulling my hair with their free arm and using the other to work at my clit, I had never felt anything like it. Truly.

And that, *that*, is when I heard the magic words escape their lips:

“Will you, um. Strap me? If you have one of course.” They were sweet, genuinely. And I said, “of course I will,” and smiled as deviously as I could manage.

They breathed a sigh of joy and bent over my bed. My strap was hot pink and damn did it look good pumping slowly in and out of their nonbinary hole. Reader, I fucked them like I’d never fucked anyone, man or woman or anything in between before.

Tugging at their wolf cut hair, I caressed up and down their back as I fucked them slowly, savoring the feeling of the strap facing little resistance. They moaned into the pillows, “god you’re fucking me so good, please… please harder.”

I answered them with a bite on their neck and fully slid the strap all the way in. “Does my little slut like that?” I asked. “Do you like it when I take control?”

They nodded, lost in pleasure. “Good.” I said. “Then my little slut is going to cum for me. Ready?” They nodded again.

“Three” I counted down. They were rocking back against my strap now, slamming themselves down on it

“Two” Each time it felt like it as going deeper somehow, a wet mess forming on the bed below us.

“One. Cum for me darling!” I yelled as my own orgasm swept over me, leaving me all too incapacitated.

I had a lot of fun that morning. And continue to. That person has now been my partner for the past year. We are very in love and have a lot of fun stories I’d love to write more about. This one just stood out to me to share first :)

\-mira