I was just reminded of one of the hottest things I ever had happen to me, and I would like to share the story, discuss it and maybe even recreate something similar. Don’t know if this counts as a ‘slutty confession’, so this feels like one of the most appropriate places to post this.

So I was 18/19 and was visiting my then gf, of over a year, at her university in Newcastle. We were out at a bar, which was hosting a ‘traffic light’ night. The basic idea was you wore a coloured wristband to indicate your relationship status, or how open to being approached you were: Green for “I’m single, come talk to me”; Orange for “Single? I might be still up for a chat anyway”; and Red for “I’m taken, please leave me be”.

As far as I remember, me and my gf both jokingly wore orange, to see who would get the most numbers; it was obviously going to be her. I don’t really remember if this was what we actually did, or if we just discussed it, but it makes sense that we would have; especially considering my most memorable detail from that night!

So I specifically remember being stood on an upstairs balcony, leaning on a railing, overlooking the dance floor. My gf had gone either to the bathroom or to get another drink, quite possibly both. I remember her coming up to me, looking sexy asf in a short, blue bodycon dress, and putting her hand in back pocket of my jeans. We talked for a second, with her probably asking if I was enjoying myself. I don’t remember my answer, but I do remember what she said next.

“Check your pockets.”

I think I instinctively checked my phone and keys were still there, but when I reached in my back pocket, I felt something lacey. I think I might have even pulled them out to check, but it was definitely the underwear she had been wearing. I think my only response was wide eyes, raised eyebrows and possibly a surprise (and understandably excited) “Oh!”.

All I could imagine was her, naked from the waist down, under that tight fitting dress. I don’t think I have ever been more instantly horny, in my life! I know it was one of moments in which I felt the most confident, wanted and sexy. It was a combination of things, but it is a feeling I will never forget.

I think she might have convinced me to stay for one more drink/ dance, before I dragged her back to her halls and removed the rest of her clothes.

We broke up before I turned 21, and it’s one of my biggest regrets to this day. I don’t think I ever quite understood how good I had it. I know we were young, but it’s only in recent years (looking back with more knowledge and perspective) that I realise how kinky she was, and how little I understood that at the time.

Anyway, it was over a decade ago and, despite having some intensely exciting moments since, that one still stands out. I just wanted to share, and maybe answer some questions, if people (ladies specifically) were interested/ excited by this story.

Thanks for reading