Nineteen, my first time, a discreet motel, not romantic but the real thing at last. He was older, mysterious, probably had a wife or girlfriend, but a fan of inexperienced flesh. No strings attached.

His figure imposing to mine, muscular, hairy, and well-endowed. I was petite, soft, but willing. He knew what he was doing, I didn't. Impressive stamina, controlled dominance, multiple orgasms for me, and a plentiful one for him that adorned my tummy.

Days after, when I replayed the night, I sexted him. Telling him that he was a fun time and opening the possibility for more.