A little while ago, I wrote about my first encounter with Elena, and how absolutely primal it was. Well, Elena is also a writer (and she gets paid to do it!). She wrote her own perspective on that first meeting.

The tension had been building for days already, both of us driving each other crazy with thoughts. Voice notes and texts at all hours that made me melt and at the same time left me vibrating with the need for him.

The chemistry was absolutely electric from the start, and just… so fucking fun, whether we were talking about exploring different countries, sharing music, or describing in excruciatingly delicious detail what we wanted to do to each other.

I could barely concentrate on the drive over to meet him, my whole body pulsing with nerves and anticipation. I felt like I knew so much of him already but also driven crazy knowing that I was about to discover so much more.

Somehow we kept ourselves together long enough to have a coffee and a conversation, woven together with moments when I had to stop and remind myself to breathe… when he looked in my eyes, running his fingers over my palm and asking me what was on my mind…

And then he kissed me. Pulled me in just seconds after stepping onto the street, the palpable desire in both of us making me moan into his mouth, not caring if he’d started to undress me right there on the side of the road.

Walking to his flat was a haze, our kisses getting increasingly heated as we got closer, feeling his fingers in mine, knowing we were about to rip into each other like caged animals.

Pinning me up against the wall as soon as the door closed behind us, I already knew this was going to be wild. The way our bodies moved together, the noises we teased out of each other with the slightest touch… the rare magic of being able to bypass the awkwardness of being with someone for the first time whilst also relishing every second of exploring each other and not yet knowing how they’ll react.

I wish I could replay the rest in minute detail in my head but the truth is, it’s a blur. A breathless, rampant blur of pleasure. Because it really isn’t an exaggeration to say that I felt things I have never experienced before at the hands of this man. (Not to mention his tongue. And cock… my fucking god).

There are moments that stuck with me through the orgasm-induced delirium…

Dragging me to the edge of the bed and burying his tongue deep in my pussy, drinking me in like he was ravenous for me. The groans as he tasted how ridiculously wet I was for him were enough to make me cum on their own.

I’ve never been with someone so violently committed to my pleasure. While the waves of my first orgasm shuddered through me, still rocking my hips against his tongue as he licked every drop from me, he pulled me closer towards him and slid his fingers inside me, pounding against my g spot and pulling me up to watch as he made me squirt like I have never done before. Drenching his hand and the bed, screaming louder than I ever have (and I can really blow the roof off given the right circumstances) as the intensity of it left me unable to see straight.

I can’t.. there aren’t sufficient words to describe it. He reduced me to a shaking, giggling, sweaty, slippery mess.

And it was only the start.

I felt consumed by him in every fucking way. I didn’t care about anything else except having more of him, tasting every inch of him, making him scream. Limbs tangled together, his head buried between my legs, or in my neck as his cock pressed deeper inside me, I couldn’t get enough. Every feeling, every sound, every taste was absolutely fucking addictive.

And he wasn’t done with me yet. Flipping me over to lie face down on the bed he pulled me back on to his tongue, teasing my clit as he dragged his tongue over my lips, dripping with my cum already, and then started to work his tongue in circles on my ass and I almost dissolved. I’d had a mixed experience with anal play before but I’d always wanted to know what it felt like to have someone use their tongue on me. But I was not prepared for how fucking incredible it would be, made so much better by the fact I could hear him getting so turned on by what he was doing to me, holding me completely at his mercy, edging me slowly to the kind of orgasm that no amount of moaning can do justice to.

After being lost in what felt like hours of him making me cum over and over, each one more delicious than the last, I needed to make him feel the same way. I wanted him inside me, I needed him to fuck me hard and fast, to take me however he needed until he came as hard as he’d made me cum so many times.

And fuckkk he felt so good inside me. Hands in his hair and nails scratching down his back, watching his face as he got closer to the edge, my pussy squeezing him tighter, pulling him deeper into me until he lost control, moaning and pressing me into the mattress.

I left feeling like I’d been ravaged. Eaten alive and milked of every drop. At the same time, every inch of my skin was alive. The kind of ecstatic high that only leaves you desperate for more.

You can see my pov of this encounter and all of my other writing in my Story Index.