From the diary of Nadir βοΈπ
Added 2025-08-13 18:00:04 +0000 UTCYesterday changed something between me and Josh.
Heβs been my friend for years β easy-going, charming, always making himself at home when he visits. For a while now, weβve had this little secret game. Iβd dress up for him β usually something skimpy, playful... but last night I went all out.
A red harem-style outfit, delicate sheer fabric hugging my body, and black stockings running up my thighs. I wanted to see that look in his eyes again β the one that says heβs trying not to lose control.
We used to stop at just teasing. Heβd press himself against me from behind, rubbing that hard length between my cheeks while I moaned softly. Then heβd finish on my back or thighs, panting and satisfied. It was thrilling and, somehow, enough.
But not this time.
I donβt know what changed. Maybe it was the outfit. Maybe the way I arched my back for him, whispering his name. Or maybe heβd been holding back for too long.
He asked if I was ready, his voice rough and low. I nodded, biting my lip β even though I was scared. When he pushed inside me for the first time, I tensed up. It hurt, not gonna lie. My body wasnβt used to being taken like that. But he was slow at first, patient... letting me breathe, adjust. And then, somehow, it began to feel good. Really good.
The rhythm picked up. My body started craving each deep motion. I could hear myself gasping, moaning β louder than I expected. He reached around to stroke me, and it all felt too much... too perfect.
And then he pulled out, looked at me with that wild expression, and told me to kneel.
I knew what he meant. I opened my mouth, my cheeks flushed with heat. Iβd never done this before either, but I let him guide me. He slid between my lips, and I tried my best to take him in. My tongue moved instinctively, and his breath caught.
He didnβt last long. A minute, maybe. And then I felt it β thick, hot release flooding my mouth. So much that I almost choked. I swallowed as much as I could, the rest dripping down my chin as I looked up at him, dazed and messy.
Afterward, I couldnβt even meet his eyes for a while. I was embarrassed. Ashamed... maybe. But not once did I regret it.
And if he came over again tomorrow and asked for the same β
I think I already know my answer.
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