Never intentionally had a one-off. It's not my way. The only one I had never wanted to repeat because of someone we both knew.
He came within two minutes of oral sex I had intended as foreplay. He was embarrassed and apologized profusely. He was not able to go again, but he did return the favor after a little time to recover from what he described as an unusually powerful orgasm.
It was the best oral experience of my life. Ever. He felt like a rabbit vibrator. Amazing. I don't know how he did it, nor what he was doing. It has been at least 13 years. If he randomly found my number, and asked to see me, I would get on a plane to refresh my memory.
After, we were just hanging out talking, and sharing dating horror stories. He told me about a woman who must have had an infection, and had a powerful, terrible odor from her vagina, and her feet. He said he begged off and put her in a cab immediately.
He was in Brooklyn, and said he didn't meet a lot of women from the Bronx. He said it actually made him nervous when he found out I was in the Bronx. He said the Bronx's honor had been restored. Later he offerred to drive me home. As he was walking me out, I dropped my wallet, which was out because I originally intended to take the subway. I didn't want either of us paying cab fare, which would have been $50-70. When it landed, my wallet opened to a picture of the woman he'd been telling me about. He freaked. He demanded to know where I got that picture. (We'd both met him online, and that was her profile pic.) I told him she was one of my best friends, and she'd made me a godmother, and her family was in my will. We are TIGHT tight. He calmed down and drove me home. But he didn't call, and he didn't return my calls. Damn'. I will NEVER forget how good his mouth felt.
A few times, I ran into him on other dating sites, and in bars and clubs. He never recognized me. He'd start his same exact pick-up routine. Lawd. So tired, in retrospect. Who the hell are we in our early twenties? I digress. I'd tell him my name, and he'd immediately block me if we were online, or leave the entire venue if it was a public place. Like, no good-bye, no explanation, he'd just point himself at the coat check, and then leave. Last time, I told myself I'd just play along and give him my middle name and see what happens. I never saw him again, and now, I wouldn't think that kind of deception ethical.
It felt like a vibrator, Dude.