It had been years since college, those carefree days filled with late-night parties, impulsive decisions, and reckless abandon. The corporate life had consumed me, my days a blur of meetings, deadlines, and endless emails. I had forgotten what it was to truly let go, to embrace the wild, unpredictable side of life. But then, an unexpected reunion with my old friends-with-benefits sparked a flame that had long laid dormant.

I had always known they were into some kinky stuff, but after two years of professional life, I had forgotten the thrill of exploring such boundaries. They had invited me over, promising a night of fun and nostalgia. Little did I know, it would end up being a throwback to our wild college days, a night filled with passion, degradation, and a strange sense of liberation.

We started off with a few drinks, the alcohol loosening my inhibitions as we reminisced about the past. The conversation soon turned steamy, our old dynamic returning in full steam. Before I knew it, they were treating me like a cheap slut, just like old times. The words stung, but they also ignited a fire within me, a primal urge that had been suppressed for too long.

I found myself deepthroating them, my lips wrapped around their big juicy cocks, feeling the tangy taste of them. It was a familiar sensation, one that took me back to our college days. I had missed this, the raw power exchange, the thrill of being used. They took turns, their hands gripping my hair, guiding me as I gagged on them. They slapped me, called me cheap whore and raand. They reminded me about the ‘raand’ I was in college.

But they weren't done with me yet. I was flipped over, my face pressed against the cold floor. They started spanking me, my ass cheeks turning red under their harsh slaps. The pain was sharp and intense, but it also sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I was their plaything, their personal slut for the night, and I loved every second of it.

They didn't stop there. I was choked, the pressure on my throat making me feel powerless and vulnerable. It was a strange feeling, being at their mercy, but it was also liberating. I was surrendering myself, giving up control, and it was exhilarating.

The grand finale was their request for me to lick their asses. I was hesitant at first as I haven’t done it for a while. But then I remembered, this was the whole point of the night, to let go, to embrace my wild side. So, I did it, my tongue exploring uncharted territory, tasting the bitter musk of them. I kissed the ass cheeks and then licked putting my tongue deep in their asshole.

The night ended with me lying on the floor, spent and satisfied. I was sore, both physically and emotionally, but I was also content. This night had reminded me of who I was beneath the professional exterior, a wild, carefree spirit yearning for release. It was a big break from the corporate life, a much-needed reminder of the joys of being wild and free.

(For context you can read my old confessions)