Reigniting the Flame – Part 2 [Mf] [First person – F]

As expected, he was a great kisser, evidently practiced at treading the fine line between soft and passionate–gentle and animalistic. I could feel my pussy throbbing despite my moderately recent orgasm. He tasted as good as imagined…a blend of tobacco and weed, with a dash of whatever organic chemical compound that made me want him for so long. I couldn’t help but wonder if his cock tasted as sweet.

He broke away from the kissing and I sighed in slight disappointment.

“I don’t want you to feel like this is a requisite for the job…I’m a man. I can accept rejection.”

I laughed again and kissed him before letting my lips graze his ear: “I’ve dreamt of this moment many times.”

He didn’t need to hear anything more than that. He exhaled deeply, kissing my neck, working his way down to my collarbone and up the other side. I shivered and he grinned.

Fuck. Yes.

Reigniting the Flame – Part 1 [Mf][First Person – F]

I hadn’t thought about him in years.

The last time I had seen him, he had been engaged, and had developed a beer gut that shocked me. I guess he wasn’t happy because they ended up not getting married. It wouldn’t be the first time a toxic relationship caused weight gain.

But that wasn’t how I remembered him. His name strikes a particular chord of my past… for when I think of him, I think of the summer before I turned 16, when he came to stay at our country home for the weekend, along with a handful of my brother’s friends. I remember how he looked at me for the first time independent from his relationship with my brother—the instant I went from being my brother’s younger sister to being me. Sitting outside on the balcony, he asked me what I had been up to, and I told him I was learning to play guitar, that I was hoping my parents would buy me an electric one for my autumn birthday.

“I have a guitar.” I’ll never forget being 15, absolutely boy-crazy, ridiculously horny and attracted to my brother’s musician friend. “You can have it if you want.”