He, 35, all grown up; a fruit ready to be tasted.
Me, young devil, 21 years of recklessness; a vile sex kink.
He fucked me up the moment he gave me that sweet attention, the moment he entered me with such intensity and deepness. The moment I felt so secure under his arms.
I guess my friends are sick of me telling how I adore him. If only I’d tell them our sexual encounters… maybe I’d be more interesting. So, i’d just tell you here…
Yesterday I had to show up at a year end company party. I was so not into it… But still, I got all dressed up and fancy, with a very short, black vintage dress. Wore an oxford and jewelry. Miss Dior perfume.
I was not in a good mood. I wanted to see him before going there. I texted him and we met at a street bar to drink a couple of beers. He got there on his speed bicycle. Short shorts and sport clothes, showing his fit 1.92m body.