Celibate no more

I’d been celibate most of my life. Most of it to no fault of my own. I’d been burned by other people too much. I simply didn’t trust anyone in the area I’d been living in. Most of them proved to be not who they said they were and yes, even disease ridden people that claimed to be disease free. So I simply swore it all off. Until I hopefully moved at some point anyway. If that was even possible.

I’d wanted nothing more than to experience what others had been doing for years. I’d not really gotten past the masturbation phase. Until I’d finally had sex. Once. A bad experience only furthering me wanting to remain celibate. He hadn’t been who he said he was on top of not being good at all. Alex changed everything though.

Our shared interests led to him being attracted to me. I didn’t understand why someone would be. Until he showed why he was interested in me. He’d made a move on me that I’d originally been uncomfortable with. Until his hand was down my pants, two fingers in my coochie, and me moaning, uncontrollably.

He’d tied me up, spread my legs exposing my increasingly wet area, letting me have a taste of what was to come. Well, what I’d do when I was going to cum anyway. Several hours later was a different story. I’d several hip bucking orgasms. Ones where I’d soaked the towels underneath me while my eyes rolled back.