I Sold My Ass #7
Fantasies Gone Wild
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When we returned to Mike’s apartment in the early evening, I was back in no man’s land, emotionally and sexually speaking. Hand-holding had been sporadic after leaving the restaurant at nobody’s fault, but given my age and inexperience in love, romance, and sex, it felt unfair when I was denied my boyfriend’s touch.
I have a boyfriend - wow.
My sexual relations with a man had commenced, and there was nothing out of the ordinary with that, but my continued status as a virgin felt life-inhibiting. My boyfriend had fucked me, albeit in the asshole, but that whole experience was financially motivated, so it felt divorced from my newly discovered romantic feelings.
My pussy had been fingered, and we’d given each other oral sex, which was excellent, but something was missing.
As I strolled toward my bedroom balcony, sipping from a hi-ball glass of fizzy apple juice with ice, I mused about the few days of my life that had elapsed in Doha. Surprisingly, my sexual highlight was licking my boyfriend’s Mom’s sweet pussy, an act so lewd and submissive on my part I needed to process it and discover what that suggested about me and my sexuality.