A first

I’d always loved the idea of being bound, made to cum, to have eye rolling orgasms while my hips bucked upward. To have someone that wanted to do anything with me. I’d felt like an abomination though. As an AFAB (Assigned Female At Birth) Queer person that often presented as male it wasn’t an easy thing to accomplish. People often saw me as a fetish or weren’t interested in me. So I’d often masturbate. I had only had sex once in my life. I’d begun to feel like a poor excuse of a human being as a result. Until Remi arrived.

I’d met him through a dating app. Go figure I know. Trust me, I know. It was interest at first sight though. On his end anyway. I hadn’t been attracted to him initially. Until he came over to the house anyway. Until we ended up back at his place, with me, tied up, my legs spread wide, and him shoving his middle and forefingers up my coochie.

He’d given me a massage. He knew just how tense I was. He also knew how to please me. It hadn’t been long before he had me wet. It wasn’t long after that when I’d begun to drip all over his hand. He had me in a hip bucking orgasm in no time at all. I’d had an eye rolling orgasm in which I’d soaked the towels, all three of them when I squirted. The start of a Friends with Benefits thing.