It started out so simple, just another hookup, or so i thought. we’d been flirting for weeks, and last night we finally gave in.

he came over, and within minutes, we were tangled on my couch, his hands everywhere, his lips claiming mine like he’d been starving for me. when he slid my panties off and started kissing my thighs, i knew this was going to be different.

"relax," he murmured, his voice sending chills down my spine as his tongue found my clit. i couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop bucking my hips against his face. when he slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, it was like he knew my body better than i did.

the buildup was slow, teasing, and just when i thought i was about to come, he flipped me over. his cock filled me so perfectly, stretching me, owning me. he thrust deep, his hands gripping my hips as he whispered filthy promises in my ear.

then it happened. a rush of warmth, a release so intense it left me shaking, gasping for air. i didn’t even know my body could do that. "you just squirted," he said, smirking like he’d unlocked some secret part of me.

we went again, and again. each time, he pushed me further, made me feel things i didn’t know were possible. when it was over, i was a trembling mess, my body spent but my mind already craving more.

i’ll never forget that night, or the way he made me feel like the sexiest, most powerful version of myself. i can’t wait to see who else can take me there.