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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I can't recall if I mentioned before, but Katheryn and I first met up -and fucked- when I was fresh out of a breakup. When I say fresh out I don't mean a week or even a month fresh, I mean literally two days after a breakup. My girlfriend and I had split on the same day that I met her; for completely unrelated reasons obviously. I was 18, fresh out of a 2 year relationship and had never had sex without strings before. It was probably because of that, that my expectatons were a little bit skewed. I only really expected to meet her once or maybe twice, that we'd get our fill and never really talk again afterwards, I was younger and this was before recreational sex was a normal thing for me. I was very naïve. After the first night it was obvious that whatever it was she and I were doing, was going to go on for a long time yet.
We got on ridiculously well, it's hard to explain what instant chemistry is like to someone but everyone knows it when it happens. Take two people, give them something in common, put them in a room and watch them bond in a snap. In our case, we bonded over sex. Were ridiculously well suited when it came to fucking, I was naturally a little on the rough and dominant side and she was, of course, naturally a little submissive. Put us together in a room, though, and it's a whole other story. We took what we could get from each other and ran with it.
The second day was a Monday I'd like to say that she and I woke up in the morning. That I kissed her neck until she woke up, that I grabbed her firmly by the wrists and teased her until we were so overcome by passion that it ended with her pinned to her bedroom window while we fucked one last time before I had to leave. That would be a lie though, the truth is we both overslept and she had to kick me out so she could leave for work. All I got was a consolation kiss at the door. Reality really can be a bitch.
One little text made things far more interesting though. |
