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TIFU by asking a guy if he loved me while we were having sex.

Background: I met this super cute guy on Tinder a few months ago. We aren’t a couple, but I have feelings for him. Also, we have ridiculously incredible sexual chemistry.

I hadn’t seen him in about a month and a half as I had been traveling for work. So he comes over today.

One thing leads to another and we’re in my bed. I’d say that we are both pretty vocal during the deed. There’s a lot of moaning and hyping each other up. So he’s saying things like “I love how you feel” and “youre beautiful” and I am hitting him back with “you are so sexy” and “you feel amazing”.

The scene of the fuckup: So he’s on top. I have my legs pretzeling him. My hands are cupping his neck and he is kind of doing the same. He says, “look at me...”

So I do.

And in my mind I am like I should say something dirty because we are staring into each other’s souls and it’s ridiculously sexy.

BIG MISTAKE.

For the record...he kept saying things like “I love how you feel” or whatever and so I was going with the same grammatical construction.

And so I am staring him dead in the eye, as he is basically leg locked inside of me, and I tried to ask “do you love fucking me?”

EXCEPT IT CAME OUT AS “Do you fucking love me?” ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

To which I realize what I just said and start frantically trying to explain that it’s not what I meant to say, and it’s definitely not a subconscious slip because obviously I don’t love him, but I do like him.

Bless his heart, that he just sort of laughed it off and went back to work.

If he ever wants to see me again, I’ll be surprised.

TLDR; TIFU by trying to talk dirty but accidentally asking the man I like if he loves me, not my 😻.

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