I just left my boyfriend, but not before doing something I never imagined. It started when I went out to a bar with some friends, trying to distract myself from all the problems in my relationship. I knew things were crumbling, but what I didn’t expect was to meet a guy that night who would change everything.
He was confident, direct, and didn’t take his eyes off me the whole night. My boyfriend didn’t cross my mind once while we talked, and as the drinks kept flowing, I felt myself slipping away from any sense of guilt. The tension between us was undeniable, and before I knew it, I was inviting him back to my apartment, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
Once we were there, the air was thick with lust. We pretended to watch a movie, but the sexual tension was too much. My heart raced, and halfway through, I made the first move, offering to give him head. He surprised me by declining and instead asked if he could eat me out. His boldness threw me off, but the heat between my legs was screaming yes. I stripped down eagerly, ready to feel something I hadn’t in a long time.
When his mouth hit me, it was like electricity. The way he worked me was nothing like I’d ever experienced—my ex never made me feel this way. It wasn’t just pleasure; it was pure, unfiltered lust. He devoured me like a man starved, making me moan louder than I ever had. I was dripping, aching for more, and when he finally came up for air, I didn’t hesitate.
I told him I needed him inside me, and he wasted no time. He pulled his pants down, and the sight of him made me bite my lip in anticipation. He was bigger than I expected, and the thought of him filling me sent a rush of excitement through me. He asked what position would be best because of my height, and I told him to put me wherever he wanted.
Without a second thought, he picked me up like I weighed nothing, holding me in the air and fucking me hard. My legs wrapped around him as he pounded into me relentlessly. It wasn’t gentle; it was rough, primal, and exactly what I needed. I felt like a total whore in his hands, and I loved every second of it. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, completely consumed by the moment.
I didn’t care that I was cheating. In that moment, I was lost in the raw desire, letting a complete stranger use my body in ways my ex never could. Tomorrow night, we’re meeting again, and I can’t wait to see what else he’ll do to me.