I gave him oral sex – then he started talking about his sister

I was still wiping my mouth after giving Mateo* oral sex, when he suddenly announced: ‘I have to go see my sister’.

‘Your…sister?’, I replied, confused.

Just seconds before, Mateo had been loudly responding in pleasure to my skilled blowjob – but now that he had finished, his demeanor had completely changed.

He sat stiffly, moving his boxers to cover himself and looking at me in disgust.

Half an hour earlier, he’d been telling me how much he wanted me. Now, he was grimacing as if I had mentioned my sibling right after having an orgasm.

And this wasn’t even the first time he had mentioned his sister in a romantic setting. 

It was just one of the ways he helped me learn my lesson about men who just used me for sex. 

As Mateo shuffled off my bed, I thought of our first date and realised I should have seen the red flags immediately.

Just two months previously, I had been sitting on that same bed, in the middle of the night, swiping despondently on dating apps in between sighs.

But when I suddenly matched with Mateo, I gasped.

This man was not just attractive; he was stop-you-dead sexy. His arms were huge, his smile flawless, his skin glistened. I even poked my phone in an attempt to touch him.

Scrolling through his profile, I saw he had just moved to the area and was only for fun. I wanted some fun with him, and so started the horniest way I could.

I asked if he had a kink.

‘It’s whatever you want it to be’, he responded, and I squealed in excitement, alone in my bed with no intention of remaining that way. 

We instantly set up a date at my local in North London, and I arrived early, in my lowest-cut top and tightest jeans. I wanted him to look at my breasts the entire time – and failing that, my ass.

I was going to sleep with Mateo that night. I was sure of it.

But it didn’t turn out that way. In fact, he left after one drink.

‘I just got back from travelling; I’m staying with my sister’, he said. I nodded eagerly, thinking that meant he’d be looking for a bed for the night and I was only too happy to offer mine. 

But instead he downed his pint and said his goodbyes.

‘Lovely to meet you, I’ll text you’, he smiled. ‘I have to go see my sister’.

We’d been together for around 30 minutes maximum before he’d walked away. I was left wondering if there was something wrong with me and couldn’t understand why I was going home alone that night.

I wondered if he was disappointed in me – if, when he’d first arrived, he’d looked me up and down and didn’t fancy me.

Either way his approach was rude – but I had dismissed it because he was so great-looking. I was happy to ignore the red flags.

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Mateo texted the next day suggesting we meet again, but after I replied, keen to set it up, he went cold 

Two months passed. Then, when I was sitting in the living room with two friends, his name appeared on my phone.

‘Hey, are you free tonight?’

My heart fluttered and I immediately responded: ‘Yes, why?’

My friends saw me smiling at my phone, so I told them about Mateo and our abortive first date – one was sceptical I should give him another chance, while the other, like me, simply couldn’t look past his photo. 

Mateo asked if he could come round. I said I had friends over, but that we could ‘relax’ in my bedroom.

After a mix of eye rolls and nods of encouragement from my friends, I left them in the living room so I could have sex with a random man who I wasn’t even sure liked me that much.

Looking back, I feel like a fool. At the time, though, I was just happy that such an attractive man wanted me.

We immediately began making out and he passionately threw me on my bed.

I giggled as he kissed me and started taking his clothes off. He took off my top, but didn’t bother with anything else. I later realised he didn’t need me naked.

He lay next to me, rolled down his boxers – and, with both his finger and his eyes, pointed to his dick. I took a second to realise what he was asking, and he interrupted my hesitation with: ‘Come on babe’.

And I obediently went down on him. As someone with a fairly submissive kink, I felt fine doing so, hoping that in return he would give me something.

But once I was done, he announced – again – that he had to go see his sister. Grabbing his phone and the rest of his clothes, he turned to say thank you before walking out.

I was left with whiplash. I felt confused, and like I hadn’t had enough time to process what just happened.

I got dressed and went to the living room, where the girls were eager to hear what had happened.

‘Where is he?’, one asked.

‘Gone’, I said in a daze.

‘Gone?’

Then it hit me.

‘The bastard walked out after getting a blowjob!’

My friends gasped as I sat back down. I looked at my phone and realised he had instantly blocked me.

‘Men suck’, my friend said.

‘No I did,’ I replied. ‘That’s the problem!’

We all laughed it off and shared our stories of men who had used us for sex. It made us feel closer as friends and I was glad to have them with me.

Since then, I’ve been a lot more cautious with conventionally attractive men – and I’ve learned my lesson.

Now, I always get them to go down on me first. And talk of siblings is strictly off limits.

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