we found each other in inconvenient situations.
we were both in relationships; he already knew he'd end it with his girl, i was on the fence about ending it with my boy. nonetheless we gave into our desires one night, we touched, we kissed, and got so close to doing more but i stopped myself, because i felt i physically couldn't have sex with him while still in a relationship.
i proceeded to leave my boyfriend, just to be with this man sexually... which did not disappoint.
and that's how it all started.
he touched me in ways i felt i'd yearned to be touched, which made no sense considering i'd been in a relationship for months, but regardless, he made me feel like i was missing out on something by not being with him.
he had a calm, manly voice. clean, deep, could make you do anything, which was all perfectly tied together by his impeccable dialect. he was so gentle in touching me and just like that he was rough. passionate, more so.
feeling him go inside me for the first time was an experience in itself, he slid in so easily and he pounded the life out of me. with every stroke i felt him, and he felt so good.
his kisses were eager yet slow, and his lips were soft. his hands always travelled somewhere on my body to please me whether it be my ass or my pussy, or my face even, in occasions.
it's not even just about the sex, we had such personal and deep conversations. i remember just laying after sex and hearing him talk about his past loves, how he loved hard, which made sense to the way he acted in that area, how he's not really looking for love, which is probably the most appropriate thing at the moment considering his love for the female species & how sexual he is. which i completely understand and sympathize with.
| Original: November 18, 2019 • 12:33 am |
| Edited: December 5, 2019 • 12:00 am |
