My fingertips trailed over his nipples and he kissed me harder then, tongues exploring each other's mouths, hungrily tasting each other

I am a wet cummer at the best of times, but I knew after this, there was a patch of carpet that would never be the same. He didn't care.

This may have been a flat in Suffolk rather than a chateaux in France but the teenage me who had read The Story of O and loved it was ready

If only I had met him after I got some self esteem I would have fucked his brains out.

I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love boobs. All boobs.