🌹 True story 🌹

I just learned what “making love” really means.

I see a lot of erotic stories on this app, and they’re great, but mine is real. Not exaggerated, not just based on reality. It’s completely real and the words can’t even capture how beautiful it was. I can hardly process it, it just happened two nights ago.

I fell in love.

This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way. I have been in an absolute foggy mess of infatuation. He is everything I never knew I needed.

We’ve spent the last four days laughing, sharing, and making love. And when I say that I don’t just mean “meaningful sex.” I never realized what it really is to make love until now.

We were just laying in bed, missionary, he thrusted so gently and slowly. He was barely moving, just holding me and kissing me, all over my face and neck. Not sloppy wet kisses. They were soft and quiet kisses and he took time going from my lips down to my chin, along my jaw, my neck and up to my ears.

Sometimes he would stop thrusting, but stay inside me, and just talk to me. He would make jokes and we would laugh and kiss. And after more kissing and heavy petting, he would get hard again while still inside me, and then continue. He would do this over and over, not even worried about reaching orgasm.

One time he came inside of me, and stayed inside, laying on me. I played with his hair and just held him. I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me. Eventually he became hard again, still inside of me, and came a second time. He loves to hold me and look at me when he comes inside of me. And, God, does he make the most beautiful sounds and sighs when he does.

I know that probably sounded fake or scripted but it wasn’t. I’m not good at putting these things into words but I was so happy in these moments I cried a little while we made love. I had to share it.