Edward isn’t really my type. The first time I scrolled through his pictures, I saw a moody looking guy dressed solely in black with a big gold chain. I described him as a “chavvy funeral director” and went back to watching the world cup.

A few days later, I had a random message from a number I didn’t recognise and it turned out to be him. I immediately rang Toby, my boyfriend, and shouted at him for giving my number out but I eventually replied.

I tried to play it cool at first but something about him intrigued me. He wrote properly in mostly full sentences, he made clever but modest jokes. Unlike the other guys I’d talked to, he didn’t solely want to talk about sex and didn’t send me pictures of his dick. But he did just keep the tension. He seemed to know exactly what to say. He wanted to know about me as a person and what had got me into this.

That’s a long story and, if you read the other stories Ed has written about me on here you can get it from that. It’s not 100% accurate but, to be fair to him, he’s obviously listened.

We talked for quite a while. Again, unlike the other guys, he didn’t immediately push to meet me, didn’t ask the same questions as if he’d forgotten the answers I’d already given.

One day he asked if he could call me. My heart leapt and I was nervous. Talking by WhatsApp messages had been easy. I could read his message and consider it, where I needed to, thinking through and crafting my response. I’d type something and then delete it and phrase it better. But talking on the phone left nowhere to hide, I’d have to think what to reply straight away.

I said yes and a few seconds later, his call came through. I remember his voice on that first phone call so well.

“Hello,” he started, a little upward inflection at the end in his otherwise quite deep voice. I could hear his smile.

That was easy but as the conversation went on I could hear a slight quiver in his voice, a hesitation. He was nervous too! He presented an image of an alpha male but I felt like I’d seen a chink in his armour.

We talked for quite a while. He was just easy to talk to. I don’t know how to describe it, but occasionally we’d have lapses into silence which one of us would then fill, but sometimes he’d just let them hang and play a little game trying to guess what the other was thinking. We said goodbye because I needed to go to bed, but really I found my hand between my legs thinking about him. I was wet already and we’d not even talked about anything sexual.

The next few days I led the conversation in a sexual direction and Ed followed. He just asked questions about what I liked, what I didn’t like, what fantasies I had, what I was comfortable with.

It was obvious he was a lot more sexually experienced than me. As you’ll know if you’ve read his stories, I’ve only ever really been with Toby and a few other guys as one-offs. We came up with a plan for the first meeting which you can read about in his story called “Hard Limit”.

I want to tell that story from my perspective. I won’t go through all the details of it because you can read it there.

I remember the first time I saw Edward. He opened the door into the hotel room and leant in to give me a kiss on the cheek. He was taller than I was expecting him to be and actually he smiled. His lips are his best feature. They look almost feminine, full, with a high peak in the middle. Broken nose (from rugby) but reset well, clean shaved, close cropped hair with a skin fade and a “dent” in the side above his left ear where it doesn’t grow. His face isn't symmetrical but he’s handsome in a strange way. His eyes are blue like mine but there seems to be a resting sadness to them, although they sometimes light up and the corners rise in a full face smile when he grins.

He was nervous again and invited us in. He asked if we wanted something to drink (beer or water, “or coffee I guess”, he joked, pointing at the kettle). I declined but Toby accepted a beer and I saw Edward’s hand shake slightly as he handed it to him. We talked for a few minutes about the plan for the evening and Ed seemed to grow in confidence as he talked, a slight hesitation at first but as we encouraged him he began to sound more authoritative. I found it so sexy.

I went into the bathroom to get ready. I remember thinking as I was doing my lashes that I found it cute that Edward was slightly unsure of himself. He obviously knew what he was doing (I’d seen the evidence of the times he’d been the ‘bull’ before) but I smiled to myself that I’d thought he’d be the typical hyper charismatic alpha male totally in control. I liked this. He’s a real person with feelings and imperfections.

I remember being nervous as we walked there. I don’t really know that many people in Birmingham but it’s the sort of place you can easily see, or be seen by, anyone. I tried to disguise the fact that I was looking around the crowd in case there was anyone I knew. Edward took my hand as we walked out the lift. I remember that more than anything else. It was the first time in my life (adult life anyway) that I’d held hands with any man other than Toby. Edward squeezed it tight as if to encourage me and when I squeezed back I could feel his pulse through his fingertips. His heart was pounding but he was obviously doing his best not to let his nervousness show.

I can’t remember much about dinner. Edward took us to a very nice restaurant called the Ivy (but I only remember that from reading his story, I can’t remember what I ate). A couple of glasses of wine helped my nerves and eventually we started to gel. It felt like a first date (not that I’ve ever really had one) but I kept having to remember we were here to fuck, which made me feel nervous again.

On the walk back Edward went into the shop. He’d been holding my hand again and as he walked off he kept hold of it and for a second I thought he’d been expecting me to come with him, but at the last moment he let his fingers slip through mine and left me standing next to Toby. I hugged Toby and checked he was OK, and he said yes.

Back at the hotel was when my life changed. I remember it like this:

We got back and Edward shut the door. His personality changed and for a second my heart was in my mouth because I thought he was some psycho. He ordered Toby to get undressed and sit in the chair, which he did.

For a second I felt sad for him. As you’ll know, I’m not in love with Toby but I do love him as my best friend. Seeing him be dominated by another guy made me feel uncomfortable. Toby is many things but he’s strong willed and stubborn (in a good way), so seeing Edward, who’s taller but nowhere near as thickset, bossing him around and Toby obeying gave me mixed emotions.

Edward then suggested, not ordered, that I go and run a bath while he tied Toby up.

I remember running that bath with tears in my eyes. I didn’t cry, I just got overwhelmed by the emotion of it all. I grabbed a piece of toilet paper and dabbed my eyes before it spoiled my mascara. I didn’t want Ed to see my weakness. I got in as it was running and suddenly the door opened and Edward grabbed my pants I’d left on the floor. I covered my breasts as if by a reflex but as fast as he’d arrived he left.

A few minutes later he came back in with the roses and prosecco (in mugs haha, I forgot about that) and pulled the petals off some roses he’d bought one by one, then sprinkled them around me in the water. I let my hands fall away and he looked down at me, a slight grin on his beautiful lips.

He was fully clothed and it felt like he was enjoying the power over me, but before I could process that, I remember him pulling his shirt off. I’d seen his body before but seeing it in the flesh was something else. His abs were there but not as defined as I’d been expecting; like a lot of guys taking pictures of themselves they’ve been on a no carb diet and done 100 crunches to get them pumped, but Ed had been eating and drinking all evening so it didn’t surprise me his stomach wasn’t chiselled. As he pulled the shirt over his head I checked him out and noticed things I’d not spotted before; the scar on his collar bone, his pierced nipple. He looked hot.

I tried to look away as he dropped the shirt but it was stupid, obviously he knew I was looking at him. Then he unbuckled his belt and it was unbearable. The whole action took probably about 5 seconds but it felt like 5 hours. First the belt, then the button on his jeans, then the zip, then he pulled his jeans and boxers down in one go.

I know he’ll read this so I don’t want to inflate his ego, but I loved seeing it the first time. Trimmed pubes gave way to the sides of his balls and half erect but still thick shaft. He pulled them down deliberately slowly and I kept expecting to see the head but it came a couple of inches later than I expected. He’s a lot bigger than Toby and I felt consumed by the excitement and fear and anticipation of it/him being inside me.

Then he stepped in the bath behind me and I scooted forward towards the tap to let him sit down. Then his hands on my body for the first time, he pulled me along the bottom back towards him and his lips on me.

I’d tied my hair up and he kissed up the outside of my neck which made me tremble. Then I remember with each kiss when he made contact he moved his head right as if to rotate my neck towards him. His hands were on my stomach and I felt totally under his control, so I moved as he wanted, and on the last kiss he craned his neck forward to meet my lips for our first kiss.

I could smell his aftershave and as our lips met he poked his tongue out to part my lips and then slid it into my mouth, between my teeth to find my tongue. He wasn’t rough, just firm, and when his tongue touched mine I moved it so the tips were together, and then he allowed me to explore it with my own. His mouth tasted like prosecco.

He broke it first and I had to stop myself pleading to do it again. I didn’t want to stop.

I can’t remember what happened the next few minutes. I remember lying with my head against his chest and feeling his words as he talked, replying with whatever. I just wanted to kiss him again.

We had another drink and he took one of the ice cubes and circled it round my nipple and, as it was melting, down my body and between my legs. It didn’t last long in the hot water but I had to catch my breath as the last of the ice touched my private parts. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever done - Toby had never come close to anything like that.

We stood up and got dry and I couldn’t think straight. His dick was now fully hard and I knew that within minutes it would be in me.

When Ed led me back out into the room I saw what he’d done to Toby. The contrast was weird but also hot. I’d been in the bath kissing this man, with his big dick and his sexual confidence, and outside was my partner, a boy by comparison, tied up and helpless.

E wasn’t in the mood to wait. He jumped onto the bed and guided me between his legs to his dick, resting on his belly. It was obvious what he wanted.

I remember briefly feeling disappointed that the romance was over and he just wanted his dick sucked like a standard guy, but then I put it out of my head. We were here to have sex.

I remember my hand shaking as I reached for his dick the first time. It was warm and hard, not too veiny, with his head slightly exposed out of his foreskin. I took it in my right hand and realised how thick it was compared to Toby - it seemed to be 30% bigger in every dimension.

It tasted salty and a bit of roses. I know guys like it when you look at them and I did with Ed. As I did he sighed with pleasure and his stomach sank. He looked so handsome looking down at me. I was worried he’d start swinging his hips and being aggressive, but he just allowed me to get comfortable with it.

We then rolled backwards for me and forwards for him and he licked me out. There’s not much to say about that. He was pretty good but, to be fair, so was Toby. I remember looking up at the white ceiling with such a mix of emotions. I felt (a) a slut, letting this guy do this to me in front of Toby; (b) amazing, because it was happening; and (c) nervous, because I knew what was going to happen next.

It happened so fast but also so slow. He crawled up level with me and kissed me, then put a pillow underneath me. I’ve read his story but I don’t remember it like he wrote it. My memory is that he pushed in part way, probably just the head and stayed like that for a minute while he kissed me. Even that felt huge, like he’d pushed a warm golf ball into me. I could feel myself dripping.

Then he stopped kissing and looked into my eyes as he pushed in the rest. I remember being uncomfortable at the eye contact and feeling like I was going to look away, but only making it as far as his lips before I felt like his eyes and mine were two magnets. His dick felt as huge as it looked, I could feel him stretching me and going past where Toby would normally finish and then touching me where nobody had ever touched me before. I don’t know how to describe it. If you’ve ever lost a nail on your toe or something (which I do all the time) after it heals you sometimes catch the exposed nail bed and it feels weird because you’re not used to being able to feel things there, almost as if there are nerve endings that don’t normally feel anything on so the sensation is strangea. This is what this felt like.

Then I got an unusual feeling in my stomach as he reached the top and kept pushing another inch or so. I never let my eyes leave his, this guy I’d dismissed was so gentle. Then I put my hands around his neck and kissed him, I just couldn’t help it.

Speaking of virgin, I felt like I lost my virginity again that night. Toby hadn’t been bad, but we’d only ever had each other. The other guys I’d been with had been drunk (the sort of guys who were busy taking pictures when we’d fucked), but Ed made me feel like there was just us in the whole world.

Unlike Edward’s stories I don’t want to go on too long so I’ll leave it there. If people are interested to read that I’ll write some more x