Her photograph reveals that the hour has stretched to 90 minutes. I'm already starting to feel like I've had enough of this experiment. But if I'm going to find out what really makes these women tick, I need to leave the safety of the virtual world and see them for myself. I arrange to meet a year-old mother of two who misses "romance and flirting", in a cafe in two days' time. She has declined to tell me her name, so I have to think of her as her web sobriquet.
This is how I find myself waiting for "Sophia Loren". She seems rather on edge and sends me a text message at the time we're due to meet asking why I'm using the website. I reply, telling her to come over and ask me face to face. She turns up, a blonde with lipstick on her teeth. She looks furtively around and asks me if I'm nervous. I say that if she stops twitching, I'll calm down.
There is tension in the air like North and South Korea coming together to hammer out a treaty. Suddenly the realisation of how odd it is to meet a stranger with the express intention of having an affair dawns on me. Romeo and Juliet it is not. It's more like Alan Sugar interviewing an apprentice.
But she is an old hand at this type of encounter and tells me she's met many men through the site, and that I was probably the only one who hadn't lied about my age. After discussing how mundane marriages become and avoiding questions about my personal life, it's clear we're past our sell-by date after ten minutes, never mind ten years.
There is zero chemistry. She doesn't want to discuss her husband, and I feel uneasy talking to her. Despite this, she still seems keen to flirt with me. In the end, we agree to part and she wishes me luck and assures me I'll find the perfect paramour. So much for raging passion. This was like having a meeting with a new accountant with a helping of self-disgust thrown in. Later on I'm perplexed when she sends me two flirty text messages. Reading between the lines, I suspect she wants to meet again.
Sadly, I feel I have got all I want out of our brief relationship - two cups of coffee and a short conversation - and it's time to move on and find someone new. I feel sorry for her husband, presumably unaware that the mother of his children is pursuing cheap thrills with strangers.
By now, I have been contacted by scores of women, so I arrange dates with the ones who are prepared to meet me in the next few days. Jane is far more easy-going. Blonde, slim and relaxed, she has already told me by email that she's been married for ten years, has young children, time on her hands and wants to add a frisson of excitement to her life.
We meet at a restaurant in central London, and I am waiting at the table when she arrives. I stand up and we kiss on the cheek. She tells me without blinking that she has had one affair with a family friend and, although it didn't end badly, her appetite for adultery remains undimmed. We spend an afternoon over lunch with a bottle of wine, and it's clear she is a relatively sophisticated woman. Though she declines to tell me what she does, she is evidently well informed and intelligent.
At the end of our lunch, she tells me she'd like to see me again. I say I have to go, and she tells me she's sorry we have to leave it there. She then fixes me with a gaze and says she wishes we could go elsewhere. I find myself thinking that if we did go to a hotel, if we undressed and went to bed, she would still return to her husband and children and the life she seems to find so unsatisfactory.
How bleak and depressing. That night I'm back in front of the computer looking for my next date. So many women are eager to tell me they're "stuck in a rut" or "want someone to make them feel alive again". I find it amazing how many of them are willing to meet me after exchanging only a few messages. I could be a serial killer and they would be none the wiser. Five married women send their mobile phone numbers to me without me even asking, disregarding the dangers. All I would have to do is ring at the wrong time to cause marital pandemonium.
A few offer little by way of enticement: It is striking that most of these woman have no interest in my domestic situation. They ignore the existence of my fictitious wife. They don't care that they are helping me cheat on her. In fact, they're encouraging it. So much for the sisterhood. Only one profile I came across shows any concern.
In it she cautions: It is a stab at morality, but it rings hollow, given that the whole point of what she's doing is deciding whether to meet a married man and cheat on her husband with him. A few of my potential dalliances are cut short. Some days later, I've arranged to have another secret assignation, this time in a pub.
Sue is keen to meet, and one early evening, this dark-haired, buxom year-old takes the opportunity to go behind her husband's back and meet a strange man.
Sue, whose internet photograph was probably taken a decade ago, sits simpering across the table. She gulps her wine down within minutes of me buying it, and looks up expectantly.
She talks about her career as a scientist in a hospital and then tells me she loves her husband of nine years, doesn't want to leave him, but wants me to add some sparkle to her life. Like the other dates I've had, she is reluctant to discuss her personal circumstances. We do not dwell on the fact she is married. At one point, we're approached by a couple who ask politely whether they can sit on the two vacant seats at our table.
I consider this for a moment, and realise it will close down the already faltering meeting. They go off miffed and Sue looks at me as though I'm some sort of monster. For all the glossy, sexy chat and out-of-date pictures posted online, this is the rather tawdry, mundane reality of these adulterous assignations. A pub on a wet afternoon and two people who have little to talk about except whether or not they are going to have a meaningless fling.
She looks as if she might burst into tears but then surprisingly she bites back: Why are you doing that? Stumped for a moment, I desperately search for a reason why I would cheat on my fictional sweet young wife before suggesting that we have grown apart and no longer communicate properly or sleep together.
This seems to satisfy her, and we chat for another 20 minutes. It's general chit-chat and all fairly inconsequential, which I find rather surreal given the reason we have agreed to meet. Then I tell her I've arranged to see a friend and had better go. We walk out together and I go to peck her chastely on the cheek. She turns her head and I have to dodge a sloppy wet kiss aimed at my mouth.
Sue has been fairly typical of the women I have encountered on this website. She seemed lonely, bored and dissatisfied with her life. All she could see ahead of her was an endless round of cooking, cleaning, career and children.
Of course, there's nothing wrong with wanting to interrupt a destructive, depressing cycle to your life. But what is shocking is the cold and calculating approach of these women, and the assumption that secret meetings with a married man can cure all the ills they see in their own families.
The women who use this website want romance, but these three meetings seemed utterly unromantic to me. When we met, most of them acted as if they were prepared to go to bed with me on the first meeting, and for that they were willing to risk wrecking their own home life and mine. Men are brought up to believe that it is we who relentlessly seek sex, that we are the ones who can separate the emotional from the physical.
But judging from the women I encountered, they have learned how to cast off their marriage vows and their love for their children, and risk it all for the sake of a liaison with a man they may never see again. I just moved to a new state a few months ago. Don't know anyone and I don't start school for another month. There are hundreds of these Hookup sites online; which is the best one, in your opinion? I've been told that POF is pretty good, but nobody advertises that they just want sex so it'll require some work to set up a meetup.
Any good, actually free, websites? Thanks for this -- I already have a date lined up with some hot military guy named Keith Alexander! We can find NSA sex anywhere. At a bar, at the grocery store, at the bank. Doesn't matter how attractive we are, or are not. Women can get laid easily.
So all the hookup sites are full of men. There are a few of them who get off on the anonymity of it, but not many. Came here to say just that. I'm a dude, but it took me all of about 5 minutes of looking at Craigslist and a few weeks of browsing Adult Friend Finder to realize that there are no women there.
There's just no reason for them to resort to anonymous online sex. You might come across some prostitutes, depending on where you live, but that's about it. If you could get used to the idea of getting blowjobs from guys, you can make out like a bandit on Craigslist. You can find a different guy to blow you every day of the week.
The main problem is that all of these websites are paid, too. I'm not going to shell out money to a website that's all bots. I know there are some women who actually want to just fuck but finding them is the problem. An old gay friend back home told me about this adventures on craigslist and on some gay meetup site. He posted a cock pic and got dozens of replies from guys in the area looking to blow him or have him fuck them. If only us straight guys had it so easy: This is true, I have found this out the hard way.
There is pretty much no such thing online, you might as well be looking for unicorns. I am a reasonably attractive female and I used POF to find this. We don't all go out to bars every weekend. I'd say I'm a small percentage, but I'm sure I wasn't the only woman on the intimate encounters section at the time. I got tons of messages and it was a good ego boost. And I found just what I was looking for.
So, saying that women never go on there just is not true. I was just hoping there was a website where people are actually looking for sex and only sex. You're horny, you see my picture, you like you see, we meet and fuck and that's it. Thanks for the reply though. Yeah sorry, women don't do it And also because meeting strangers for sex involves a greater inherent danger for women than it does for men.
If not a bar, then a club? You can pick up women anywhere. Doesn't have to be a bar. I don't have anyone to show me the area, either, so it's pretty damn boring. I'm considering just looking for actual friends on some of those dating websites to just learn the area. I banged a MILF once and when I asked what she likes, she told me exactly what she wanted instant boner.She gulps her wine down within minutes of me buying it, and looks up expectantly. Additionally, posts asking for any kind of PMs will be removed. On good sex contact sites you may look specifically for sex partners to hook up with or for a threesome. Women can message men for free. Rodrigo Alves goes into exile to reclaim his slim body If you want regular sex dates, it is worthwhile, with most online sites for sex contacts, taking out a premium membership for 12 or 24 months.