This is a non-fictional story that took place a while ago. I’m not a writer and I tend to make things too long but I thought I’d share this here!❤
I usually have a very “strong” and hard face out forward since I had to be tough growing up. I’m usually the calm and collective but that’s in professional settings. This was a personal setting and boy this man.. Oh my. He made me stutter like a 13 year old girl with a crush. He is 35 and I’m 20. Maybe not that big of a difference but it made a huge difference in bed which you’ll know soon. I must have looked like a young naive little girl stuttering and smiling like I did. He thought it was cute but by this time after talking for a while we just caught ourselves time after time looking at each other like we just wanted to rip off each other’s clothes so we headed to the car. He drove to his house, while he drove he placed his hand on my inner thigh and I think I let out a small moan or at least a very heavy breath. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing. Feeling his big strong masculine hand grabbing my thigh and seeing how muscular his arm was, it was intoxicating. I just kept thinking
“I wonder if he knows how wet that made me..”
Was it the fact that I hadn’t had sex in over a year.. no I mean I can take care of that on my own with a few trusty tools.. maybe it was just that he looked at me like he was hungry, no, Starving for me.