It all started with a retweet.
I was scrolling through my Twitter feed when I came across a tweet from a girl with a profile picture that caught my eye.
Her name was Grace, looking at her photos on her page, i just had to give her a follow.. she had a captivating smile and it drews me in.
When i clicked on her profile and scanned through her tweets… the more I read, the more I was intrigued. She was, intelligent, and had a great sense of humor. After I followed her…she followed me back within a few minutes.
We started chatting on Twitter, it happens that We shared similar interests, so our conversations flowed effortlessly. It wasn’t long before we exchanged numbers and started texting each other on WhatsApp.
Our connection became stronger and I found myself constantly thinking about her. From late night texts to early morning texts.. we literally became like best friends.
After a little while, We agreed to meet in person, and I couldn’t wait to finally see her in real life.
On the day of our first date, I was nervous and excited at the same time. We chose a venue and time to meet.. I arrived at the venue early and waited anxiously for Grace to arrive. When she walked in, my heart skipped… She was even more beautiful in person than in her pictures.
I finally get to see that smile in real life… it melted my heart. The date went great. We laughed, shared stories, and before we knew it, it was already late.
We left the venue and as we said our goodbyes, Grace asked if she could come over to my place for a nightcap. I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
We got to my place…
As we sat on my couch, sipping on our drinks, the conversation turned to more personal topics. Grace opened up about her past relationships, and I found myself doing the same. It felt like we had known each other for years, and I felt a deeper connection with her.
As our conversation continues.. things led to another and we started k*ssing on the couch. It was her first day at my place but I guess she didn’t care. She was all over me.. I read her movements and I thought Grace might not be the girl she claimed she is. But then, that thought disappeared as she rubs her hands around my body while k*ssing me passionately. I won’t lie, she looks like the kind of girl I wouldn’t mind having unprotected s*x with but… I couldn’t risk it. We moved to my room, I quickly reached from my stash and tore out a piece of Durêx. She was already undressing her self on the bed. Just as I got on the bed, she asked me a question.
“Do you like rough s*x?”
…..！was
speechless at first but I didn’t want to ruin the mood so I said “yes”
.. then she smiled
at me and was like “That’s the only type of s*x that can give her a good org*sm”.
Before i can say anything, She was already in a d*ggy position. All the red signs were right in front of me but I was clouded by her overwhelming s*xy figure. My d*ck was already standing in full lengths.
So I went behind her and we started. I was stroking her the best way I can but with a limited speed.. I didn’t want to come early and ruin everything. I could hear her mo*ning but not that loud..
Then after a few minutes…. she said something like..”please, f*ck me harder and faster.. with a low voice that sounded like a whisper.” I wanted to impress her.. so I held those massive a$$ cheek.. and started banging my c*ck into her.. she mo*ned louder.. I was definately hitting the spot this time.. so l increased the velocity.
She was actually right about the rough s*x.. few minutes with those huge strokes, she pull away from my d*ck shaking on the bed.. I think she might have squir.t alittle..
After about like a minute, she came back to her d*ggy position again… I was about to insert my d*ck into her p*ssy but she stopped me and begged me to insert it into her AnuS.
I have never had anal s*x before.. I’ve never experienced it before at all. Anyway, I push into her anuS and first started stroking gently so l can understand it… to be honest, it tastes different. I was enjoying everything.. then she begged me to go faster again.. so i increased the speed.. I was hitting and smashing her roughly.. I even held her neck up while hitting her juicy h*le.
Then all of a sudden, the taste changed and it felt more real.. I suspect the condom must have bursted due to the intensity of the rough s*x… but I was almost about to c*umm.. and she also sounding like she was about to have another org*sm.. l decided to just stroke for few more minutes with a tore cond*m.. she was mo*ning something like “harder baby” and I was just smashing my c*ck into her..
You know how intense those few last strokes are. I nutted inside her since it was her anu$ and i felt so relaxed.. back then, I was only more worried about pregnancy then.
Technically, i ended up having unprotected s*x with her but it was only a few minutes… it was the most foolish decision I’ve ever made, but at the time, I was blinded by my feelings for Grace. I trusted her and didn’t think twice about the consequences.
Few weeks later, I started feeling unwell. I had a sore throat, fever, and swollen lymph nodes. I didn’t think much of it and assumed it was just a bad cold. But when the symptoms persisted, I decided to get tested for STIs, including HIV. The test results came back positive for HIV, and my world came crashing down.
It was unbelievable. I had always been careful, and I never imagined that I would contract HIV from someone I met on Twitter. My mind immediately went to Grace. I have distroyed my life with just few minutes of strokes.
I confronted her about it and she denied having the virus and accused me of trying to shame her.
I was devastated, not just because I had contracted HIV, but also because the person I trusted and cared for had deceived me. I felt angry, betrayed, and heartbroken. I had to face the reality that I would have to live with this virus for the rest of my life.
HIV does not discriminate. It doesn’t matter how long you had s* or where you meet someone; all it takes is one unprotected encounter to change your life forever.
I am taking the necessary medication and working closely with my doctor to manage my HIV. It has been a challenging journey, but I have learned to not let this virus define me. I have also come to terms with the fact that Grace may have knowingly infected me. I have since cut off all contact with her and moved on with my life.
I urge everyone to practice safe s*x and get tested regularly, regardless of the circumstances. My story is a goof example of how one impulsive decision can have lifelong consequences. Girls now adays are beautiful but you don’t really know them.
Keep me anonymous