This happened a while ago but i can’t stop thinking about it. i was on a date with this guy i’d been seeing for a bit, and things were going really well,like, really well. after dinner, he offered to drive me home, but halfway there, he pulled into this empty parking lot.

he didn’t even say anything, just leaned over and kissed me, and before i knew it, he had me crawling into the backseat. it was so cramped, but that just made it hotter. he pulled my dress up, pushed me down, and took total control. the way he whispered in my ear, telling me how much he’d been waiting for this, had me dripping.

i was so lost in it, i didn’t even care when the windows started fogging up. he left marks all over me, and when he finished, he just looked at me with this smirk like he knew i’d be thinking about this for days.

i walked into my house afterward, dress wrinkled, hair a mess, and my legs still shaking. i couldn’t help but relive it all night long… and honestly? i’d do it again in a heartbeat.