This was a good few years back. Long story short, got talking to this really cute guy I met on a dating app. Things were going well; the conversation was flowing and there was a definite attraction there. After a few weeks of back-and-forth flirting, we agreed it was time to meet up in person and see if the chemistry was there in real-life. As it turns out, it was. He was just as handsome in person as he appeared to be online. Honestly, he was a bit of a twink, which suited me fine. Anyway, we're there for about 3-4 hours just talking and flirting when we notice it's now coming up to 11pm. We initially say our goodbyes and have a quick peck, then notice that, well, we didn't want to say goodbye just yet. He suggests we go back to his as it's only a ten-minute walk back to his. I agree and off we go.
During our walk, we're carrying on the conversation from the restaurant, but things soon turn sexual in nature. I'm a bit uncomfortable (because I'm asexual) but go along with it because I like him so far. We get to his place and, based on first impressions, it's nice. A quiet, suburban area with clean cut lawns and white picket fences. He gives me a tour and. as we come to the second bedroom, he tells me to brace myself. A bit weird, but whatever. He unlocks it using a key - also a bit weird - and opens the door. A bit dark inside. He turns on the light, and holy fuck, it's like Christian Grey decorated the room. Whips, chains, cuffs, etc all over the place, and one wall plastered in photos of what I could only assume were his past victims. I looked at him, shook my head, and walked out. He tried contacting my again recently and I just ghosted him, and deleted my account on the app.
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