So, the first sign that Erica was in a mood with me was when I saw her smoking with friends outside the hotel.

Erica didn’t smoke.

We’d been together for about a year. She was extraordinary. Tiny: small, slim, pixie like, freckles, cute features, girl next door always does her homework butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth vibe.

She was smoking with her friends to signal her rebellion. Anger. Trying to look desirable. Trying to have a poke at me (I don’t smoke, either).

Turns out, her friends had ‘seen’ me with some other girl. Long story short: no idea what other averagely good looking guy they’d seen, but I was entirely innocent. Erica believed me, I think, but anger doesn’t fade so quickly.

We headed off to this party in a warehouse. I was still very much getting the cold shoulder, and Erica was still clearly not over the anger. Probably went an hour hardly exchanging words until for whatever reason, jealousy, anger, god knows what, she jumped me. Kissing hands the lot. Then took me by the hand and led me to a corner of the building. And by corner, not some secluded corridor but just the literal corner. I guess she thought it was time to ‘reclaim’ me or make it up, or just the girl next door wanted to rebel. It will remain forever ineffable. But the result was as she was kissing me, she first lifted her top to take her tits out (my back was to the room), then undid my trousers and out came my cock. Angrily, aggressively, not breaking the kiss at first she wanked me, harder and harder until I told her I was close: she just pushed me a step away from her with one hand, looked her eyes on me and made me cum, on her feet and the floor.

And yes, 10/10 would recommend angry warehouse make up handjobs