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It was late at night, the center of Rome, the city I live in. It was a warm night, in september and i was with friends at a bar. From time i watched who was around in grindr: the city was full of handsome tourists and so was grindr. I sent pictures of my naked body to strangers who sent me their own pictures: naked men, full erections, hot cocks and balls. But none of the people i chatted with was looking for a real encounter that night. As a result, the desire was burning like hell inside of me, though frustrated. So i left my friends and reached my car to go home, sadly. It was past over midnight, it was sunday, i had to wake up early and go to work the next morning. One man writes me a couple of messages on grindr. His profile picture (faceless as mine) showed a serious, elegant man in blazer and tie. He says he is swedish, in Rome for three days for work. He is older than me, and taller than me, as i read. He sends me his face picture: he is an handsome nordic man, blonde hair and no beard on his chin. Blue-iced eyes. I like him, so i send him a photo of mine. He likes me back and asks me if i have some more of me to show, and then sends a pic of him, full body, wearing blu briefs. He has few hair on his chest, nice and well mantained toned body. I like him. So I send him a few pictures of myself, barenaked, on all fours, with my tiny round ass well portrayed. And then he sends me a photo he just shoot: there’s his cock, hard, pulled out of the slips in his majesty. As i see that picture, I have to stop the car to avoid accidents. He’s not enormous, he’s uncut, but has good proportions, a good shape and some girth. I really like it and am seriously interested in chatting with him. So I decide to give this grindr guy my full attention. He says my photos made him that hard and asks me if I would like to sit on top of it. «I can’t host you, unfortunately», i write, «I was driving back home». «Come join me, at my hotel room», he writes. And suddenly I shiver, because that has always been a fantasy of mine. So I tell him i like the idea of being welcomed by a stranger in a place that’s stranger for both of us, feeling a bit like a whore, pronouncing no words or just “I’m here”, than undressing fast and be ready to get fucked as the man wishes on a unknown bed. «Come to me, now, please», he says. And he tells me he is in a four stars hotel in Prati, not far from where i am. «Do you think they’ll let me get upstairs with no questions?», i ask. «Of course, they will», he answers, «Just get in and take the lift on the right side of the hall. Third floor, room 308. I will be waiting you.» «That truly sounds like my fantasy», i write. And he writes: «So let’s make it real. Come here and let’s fuck that delilcious ass!» «Ok», i say, and then get off the car heading towards the hotel, my pace a bit anxious...