There’s a memory that keeps slipping back into my mind.. vivid. The first time I let a stranger into my home. You had me worked up all week with your kinky voicenotes… your compliments on my voice, the way you said it turned you on. You made me feel irresistible. Desired. I love to be worshiped, and you knew exactly how to tease that part of me. We sat on the couch, talking. You talked mostly about yourself. I remember feeling a little impatient, wondering when the focus would shift. So I asked, “What do you want to know about me?” I can’t recall the exact words that followed just the heat of your mouth on mine. The kiss pulled me out of thought and into desire. My body stirred, eager and restless. We moved to the bedroom. I was already undressing myself. Lying back in my underwear, I watched you approach… slowly. You leaned in and began to inhale me. My scent. My skin. My heat. Every place your nose could find. My neck. My underarms. My back. And between my thighs.. especially there. You breathed me in like I was a secret you had waited too long to discover. I was soaked, and you felt it through the fabric. You peeled away my panties, your lips tracing the edge of what was now pulsing with need. Then your tongue found me. Soft, then firm. Licking. Tasting. My moans filled the space between us.

Then… something new. Your tongue slipped lower, teasing and then exploring places no one had before. You caught me little off guard... You devoured me like you’d been starved for me. I surrendered, completely. Each wave built on the last, until I eventually lost count of my orgasms. You were relentless. A rhythm and hunger I’d never known. Something inside me cracked open that night… some hidden, burning part of me that no longer wants to be quiet. You awakened something primal. And I don’t think I want to put it back to sleep.