I still want to fuck her. Over and over and over. And then cwtch up and watch Ted Lasso with her, then fuck her again.

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.