Author: chestnutemerald

[MF] He went down on me while my roommates were asleep.

Continued from previous post.

I spent the following twenty-four hours convincing myself it should never have happened, that I had made a massive, unforgivable mistake. The more I thought about it, the harder it was to forget the size and feeling of him in my mouth. The way he grasped a handful of my hair and made those struggled, choked whimpers as I took him all the way into the back of my throat.

By the time he came knocking the next night, I dragged him inside the house, through the back door, and into my bedroom upstairs.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” I warned him, keeping my voice low as we hovered quietly in the dimness of my bedroom. He was able to nod for just barely a second before I closed the gap between our lips. We kissed slowly, softly and then harder. He dipped his tongue between my lips, making me sigh as I felt his hands on my body. His curious, eager touches left me breathless and hot. Read more »

[MF] I gave him his first blowjob in a dark, empty hallway.

When I was in my fourth year of uni I moved into a house with a few roommates, and next door, there was a nice, nuclear family. A married couple and their two teenagers. One girl (17) and one boy (18). I caught the boy staring at me sometimes. Usually on my way home from a night out. My roommates and I used to go clubbing a lot, and I usually didn’t return until the early hours of the morning. He was always outside in the morning, either riding his bike or practicing his slap-shot on the long, empty street. He was about 5’11” at the time, dark chestnut hair, green eyes, glasses. I didn’t know his name at first, so I used to call him Harry.

Being 21 at the time, I had a boyfriend. He was kind of an asshole, and we always used to argue. There was one time when he threw a fit over a male classmate texting me (“Can I borrow your notes for Psych?”) and he ended up leaving my house in the middle of the night as a result, undoubtedly waking the entire neighbourhood up with the roar of his engine. I stood on the front porch in my pyjamas and house robe, partly distraught … and partly relieved. My boyfriend was an overly jealous, controlling jackass, and I was glad to be rid of him. Read more »