Buena, guys! Marisol again, choosing now to tell you about the affair that went on for years with a man eight years my senior. (Just made it hotter, tbh.) We met through a mutual friend. GONNA BE LONG, LAYING BACKGROUND HERE. TO SKIP TO THE NA-NA GO TO THE ********* .
LET’S MAKE IT CLEAR THAT I AM USUALLY THE DOM. I LIKE TO RUN THINGS, BE ON TOP OR GIVING ORDERS.
The first few times I ever went to his house, I was nineteen. I’m now 25, and I look the same as I did back then, just with far more piercings and tattoos, and somehow made me leap from 5’3″ to 5’4″. Go me.
Let’s call him Rafael. He was 27. About 5’9″, brown skin, HUGE brown eyes, white teeth, perfect English, and let’s not forget- his own freaking entire house.
So the first time I ever went over, we just talked and watched TV- until we got into a mock-argument and started play-wrestling. He had probably the hardest arms and shoulders I’d ever felt, and he definitely overpowered me in a matter of seconds because he’d used the worst weapon- tickling.