Dave said he was just looking for a blow job, and Dave was in my hotel just a couple floors down. There were surprisingly few men looking to just receive oral. At 6 feet tall, 250 pounds, I had plenty of offers to blow me or bend over for me, but that wasn't what I was looking for. I had downloaded a hookup app for my time in Vegas to see if I could finally fulfill the fantasy before I turned 32 next month. I didn't want any attention paid to me, I wanted to feel submissive. I had a lot of fantasies about men that were unfulfilled, but the one I was most looking to get off the bucket list was I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man unload in my mouth. Older than me (though I may have been fantasizing about someone in his 40s, not his 60s), he looked very sexy in the pictures he'd shown me, body hair, masculine, and most importantly: looking to get blown and only to get blown. With a deep breath, I stood up, pulled my jeans on, tied my shoes, and I was out the door. I had fantasized about hooking up with a man for years, but now that the opportunity was really here, could I actually go through with it? I'm in Vegas, and what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?
I wasn't sure if I was really going to do this.
