A Young Woman’s Experience

I just stumbled over this piece that I wrote about an experience I had almost this time last year. It’s a lil poem to commemorate my time with him. I never actually finished it, there’s a bit more that happened. I don’t know why I stopped. Maybe I’ll finish it if someone would like it? Either way, here goes nothing…

The excitement is ever present

The giddiness in my heart

I refuse to acknowledge it

Because then he would feel it too

My breast to his chest

Our shared breath

My hands in his hair

His hands around my waist

Lightly feeling for what’s underneath

How did I get here? What am I doing?

I tell him to undress me

And not just with his eyes

He approaches me so sweetly

I’m his dirty girl

With his hands roaming endlessly

Until they settle around the back of my head

He pulls me in firmly to put his mouth onto mine

My shirt slips over my head

Hands now trace my spine leaving shivers

Is this what desire is? Have I just now met it?

His tongue is launching an exploration

And mine is receiving it fully

Thumbs hook into my pants and they’re gone

Dropped to the floor with all my inhibitions

His mouth takes a detour to my jaw

I saw stars and they’re shining just for me

Nibbles to my neck and grips to my flesh

I’m clinging onto him

He’s my tether to the real world

Why am I shaking? Where is his hand going?

He takes his right and slips my leg to the side

I feel exposed and vulnerable

But I don’t want it to stop. At all.

My breath hitches as he finds it

And touches it

And rubs it

He makes a noise of knowingness

He knows what he’s doing to me.

To have him touch me this way was a dream

Is this wrong? But doesn’t it feel so right?

I’m am now pushed onto his bed

Looking up in a daze at this much older man

Who’s going to teach me so much

About how it really feels to be touched

To be tongued and fondled

He lays his full weight on top of me

And lays his assault into my mouth again

To let our tongues wage war against another

Deep down, I just want to be his good girl

Am I in danger? Why does he want me?

Then I come to my senses. I’m not naive.

Inexperienced yes. Not naive.

He makes my body feel like no other

And he knows youth is to be treasured

Not squandered and wasted on these boys

Who can’t please me in the way I deserve

In the way that he knows how to

In the way he is going to

Pleasures of a young girl with an older man

Will he take a taste? Will he like it?

A mouth finds my breasts

I find new heights

He’s so masterful, elegantly approaching

Swirls and nips and sucks and flicks

Everything pounds like thunder down below

Each caress tells me that I want him there

There, in my most personal place

To fill me and to feel me

When will he go further? Can I take the wait?

He pulls up and readjusts his position

This is it

He looks me in my eye, his shining brightly

He knows what I want, it’s all over my face

In the desperation of my eye

And in the flutter of my breath

He tells me he has something to do first

Parts my legs as I’ve imagined so often

Dips down to connect his mouth to a new set of lips

How loud can I be? Why should I stay quiet?

The pleasure was steaming off of my body

Melting the paint off the walls

And surely waking up the neighbors

But screw his neighbors

If they felt his mouth, then they’d understand

He was laser focused on my body

What made me moan, what made me scream

And how great was he at holding me down

Keeping me captive while he pleasures me

How was he so skilled? Can I handle him?

He comes back up and slips his finger inside

He wants to study my reaction, in real time

Face to face, I can feel his breath tickle my cheeks

He’s studying me, I am his subject of interest

Every pull out, and every slam back in

Each massaging motion and each flick

Watching me, enjoying me

To teach a young girl the ways of pleasure

He’s a professor after all, it’s what he knows

How does it feel so good? Can it never end?

Tells me that we’ve found some good spots

He knows my dream, I told him

Dreams and reality has never looked so good

But it’s my turn now, to learn to please

I try and hold myself up, will myself to move

I can only flip on my knees melt back down

I feel kisses graze my cheeks, and then bites

And then a finger push ever so slightly

And then a gentle lick

What is he doing to me? What is he going to?

I feel that hand sneak between my thighs

The other, coming around the front

I feel internal panic

Not from danger but from pleasure

I say I can’t as loud as I could

It’s barely a whisper now

He comes by my ear and tells me I can

His hands start to move, and my panic rises

So dexterous, to my use and to my fear

Can I even go again? When will it stop?

In my ear, asking me where am I going?

Why am I running from him?

Stop fighting it, stop fighting me

Let it go, let it go baby

And just when I thought I couldn’t

His encouragement poured into my ear

And so I lost myself with no restraint

He steadily dug into me and rubbed at me

Until I had no more, and he was satisfied

How can I sit up? How can I move?

I melted completely into the bed this time

My muscles no longer belonged to me

They were no longer under my control

My face, completely gone in his cover

Was uncovered by him and gently stroked

And I was told what a good girl I was for him

And I told him how dangerous he was

To take my soul and all the ones I’ve taken

I’ve met my match, toe to toe

How can I get him back? When can I sit up?

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uwf6gd/a_young_womans_experience