I collapsed, unable to hold myself up any more. He fell on top of me, cock still pulsing in me. I wrapped my legs back around his butt and trapped him. I needed this moment to last as long as possible.

He gently kissed and sucked around my neck, telling me how good I felt, how tight I was. I blushed and gushed at the praise; it was like my sole purpose of existence was to please this man.

Slowly he pulled out. I started to get up and remove the blindfold. He pulled my arms down and said “no, not yet”. I pouted “please daddy…”

But he insisted. He said “next time, if you want a next time. I think you are fun, super cute, and your ass is amazing; I hope we can see eachother again” he pulled me up one last time to suck him clean, me eagerly devouring his cock, savoring our taste and milking the last drops of cum from him which I eagerly swallowed before collapsing again.

I lay there blushing more, nodding my head in agreement to meeting again. Waiting for post-orgasm clarity and guilt to wash over me like usual, but only feeling desire and lust as his cum dripped out of me. Yearning for more of Aaron.

I giggled as I listened to him dress. “What?” He said..”nothing at all, I’m just happy.” And it was true.

He had ignited something inside me, something I couldn’t put a finger on yet, but eventually with his help, would. All I knew was I needed more of Aaron. I wanted to please him, feel him, and taste him.

He walked out the door and I finally removed my blindfold. I don’t know how long our encounter lasted, but it felt like time had stopped. I was smitten, if only out of sexual desire.

There are more stories of me and Aaron. We had a year-long full blown affair full of sexual debauchery, passion, romance, and his guidance in helping me figure out who I was. Should I share more?