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The bass from the party downstairs was a distant, thumping ghost, a dull heartbeat that vibrated through the floorboards of the upstairs bedroom. It was nothing compared to the frantic rhythm of my own heart, hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. Leo’s mouth was on mine, hungry and tasting of spiced rum and mint, and his hands were mapping the topography of my back under my thin shirt. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my cheek. “You sure about this?” he murmured, his voice a low gravel that vibrated straight through me. His eyes, dark and intense, searched mine. I nodded, my own voice a shaky whisper. “Yes. God, yes. I’m sure.” It was the truth. The attraction had been a live wire between us all night, a current that pulled me through the crowded rooms until we’d found ourselves tangled together on this borrowed bed. He was all lean muscle and confident smiles, an artist with ink winding up his arms, and I was utterly captivated. His fingers found the button of my jeans, popping it open with a practiced ease that should have intimidated me but only fueled the fire licking through my veins. He peeled the denim down my hips, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I shivered, a full-body tremor of anticipation. I helped him, kicking the jeans into the dimness of the room, leaving me in just my black lace panties. He looked his fill, his gaze heating my skin everywhere it touched. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathed, and the raw hunger in his tone made my knees weak. He shed his own clothes with a grace that was mesmerizing, and then he was there, his body a warm, solid weight over mine. The hair on his chest brushed against my nipples, and I arched into the contact, a soft gasp escaping my lips. His mouth found my breast through the lace of my bra, his tongue a hot, wet pressure that had me clutching at his shoulders. I was wet, embarrassingly so, the dampness soaking through the thin fabric of my panties. He seemed to know, his hand sliding down my stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband. “Lift up for me, sweetheart,” he commanded softly, and I did, my hips rising to meet his touch. The cool air of the room hit my bare skin for a second before his hand was there, his fingers stroking through my damp folds. I cried out, the sound muffled against his shoulder. He found my clit with an unerring accuracy, circling it with a slow, torturous pressure that made me writhe beneath him. “Please,” I begged, the word torn from me. I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. More. Everything. He understood. He shifted above me, his body settling between my legs. I felt the blunt, insistent pressure of him against my entrance, a promise and a threat all at once. I was stretched thin, my nerves alight, every sense narrowed to this single point of contact. “Easy now,” he soothed, his voice thick with his own desire. “Just relax. Let me in.” He pushed, and the world fractured. It was a slow, inexorable invasion, a burning stretch that stole the air from my lungs. My eyes screwed shut, my nails digging into the hard muscle of his back. It was too much, it was everything. I could feel every single millimeter as he filled me, a relentless, perfect pressure that seemed to touch something deep inside my very core. A tear escaped from the corner of my eye, not from pain, but from the overwhelming, shocking fullness of it. He stilled, buried to the hilt, his forehead resting against mine. We both panted, our breaths mingling. “Okay?” he asked, his voice strained. I could only nod, my vocal cords useless. He began to move, a slow, shallow retreat followed by a deeper, more certain thrust. The initial burn melted away, replaced by a coiling heat that started low in my belly and spread outward with every rock of his hips. The sounds we made were obscene—skin slapping against skin, my ragged gasps, his low, guttural groans near my ear. He shifted my leg, hooking it over his arm, and the angle changed. The next thrust hit a spot inside me that made me see stars. A broken cry was torn from my throat. “There! Oh god, right there!” He smiled, a predatory, triumphant flash of white in the darkness, and focused his assault on that exact place. My entire world became the rhythm of his body, the smell of his sweat, the feel of his skin sliding against mine. The coil inside me wound tighter and tighter, a spring about to snap. I was babbling, pleading, my words a nonsensical stream of yes and more and don’t stop. I could feel his own control fraying. His thrusts became harder, less measured, more desperate. His breathing hitched, and he buried his face in my neck, his body tensing above mine. He was close. So was I. “I’m gonna… I can’t…” he groaned, the words a raw, hot blast against my skin. His rhythm became frantic, a final, driving pace that pushed me over the edge first. My orgasm ripped through me, a silent, seismic shock that left me trembling, my inner muscles clenching around him in wave after wave of blinding pleasure. It tipped him over. With a guttural, almost pained cry, he thrust deep, as deep as he could possibly go, and held himself there. I felt the hot, pulsing release flood into me, an intimate warmth that seemed to go on and on, the physical proof of his climax. His body went limp on top of mine, heavy and spent. We were both slick with sweat, panting, trying to remember how to breathe. The distant music still thumped. His mouth was at my ear, his voice a shattered, breathless whisper. “Fuck… that was… you have no idea…” He kissed my jaw, a soft, tender contrast to the animalistic frenzy of moments before. Then his voice dropped even lower, laced with something else. Something that made the warm, post-orgasmic haze in my head instantly clear. “…God, I hope the meds are working. My viral load is supposed to be undetectable, but after that… I just…” The words didn’t compute at first. They were just sounds. Meds. Viral load. Undetectable. Then my brain, sluggish with endorphins, assembled them. The warmth inside me turned to ice. My eyes, which had been closed in bliss, flew open. I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, the pleasant weight of his body suddenly feeling like a prison. The pulse of the music from downstairs now felt like a death knell. I went completely still. “What did you just say?”

Depends on other guy and mood but I am not in to sick, spit or shit. That said if an ass it dirt and a cock has just been in it, I will suck it. Also cheese and pissy smells are good even if I seem to not like it, you are free to make me and after I will tell you I enjoyed it.

Amazing

Thanks heading to Amsterdam last week in October ! Cant wait thanks for the info

Definitely.

Oh hell yes! Please do... @nicktheslut

I do have a few more chapters to this story. Do you think I should post them?

I think thats true. I'd never considered myself submissive until after that. For a long time after I considered myself as dirty and ashamed even though I wanted more of the same from him and other men.

I LOVE cum, and love kissing, and am always willing to combine both

I'm keen to come breed you.

I love few friends!

ATM Please! LOVE swallowing loads, crave loads flooding my mouth. I'm pretty much all bottom, always tell the top I'd prefer he pull out and feed me his seed, it's their choice, I'm there for their pleasure. I just LOVE getting fucked then the guy pulls out and feeds me. Feeling a guy, balls deep grunting and pumping his load into my ass is fun, in that it's what he wants so I'm being a good slut. Whatever it takes to get a cock and load I'm down for it.

Massive thank you to everyone that provided their thoughts on this issue and I greatly appreciate the advice!! If my account allowed me to like/upvote everyone I would’ve done so! some additional information, bf is also 25, we both have had sexually active pasts while mine was a lot more active haha. I do plan on telling him more about my feelings in wanting to try more, especially with how I am slowly trying new things such as fisting and large toy play. I truly wish that things go well between us since I have never felt closer to anyone compared to the many past relationships I’ve had. About a year ago I did try to bring up inviting others or going to sexual places like a bathhouse or event but he ended up saying an awkward maybe to the idea. He does view sex as love and can only see himself having sex with only those he cares more on an emotional level while I view sex as just a fun activity. worse case, if the relationship fails, I do have multiple friends from my sexually promiscuous days that keep trying to invite me to play, and im on the right track to get my own place to freely do what I want. I’ll try to provide any updates to this thread as the situation progresses. Let me know if you have any questions or if you would like to dm sometime!

It's a great and warm invitation

I love seeing pov vids of the top walking into the roon from down the hall or outside, opening thw door and finding the bottom ass up. Any good places to find that kind of content? It's so hot but hard to come by