A story about two people.

I once met a girl on newbienudes. This was six years ago.

I liked her photos. She is still on here. And I still like her photos. Although she now has a certain edge to her that I can’t quite put my finger on. Her hips look incredible. Almost perfect. They look different, and I can tell she knows that. She knows how her body has changed in the last few years, and she knows to keep it herself humble.

Her profile said “come at me bro”. So, it started by me sending her a private message, something along the lines of “Hey, I would love to talk, get to know you, get your phone number and then spend my days trying to turn you on while you’re at work”.

She liked my message. She replied. And we started talking…That’s how it started. As simple as that.

We exchanged texts. We exchanged emails. We exchanged photos. I would drop what I was doing when one of her messages came through.

She knitted me gloves. She posted me her knickers. She let me see what others haven’t.

It was incredible.

I wouldn’t say that sex has become boring since we fucked. But I would say that since we did, I have higher expectations of sex. If I think of her when I am someone, I fuck them like I am with her. It’s a passion that I haven’t had with anyone since. I still rely on that passion.

One thing I like is that after all this time, we still acknowledge each other occasionally. We still have the same level of respect for each other. We are still discrete. We still have the same desire to do it all over again. And again. And again.

I hope she reads this. And I hope it has the same effect as the emails and texts I used to send her. I know it will. She likes the way I write to her. During that time I got to know her and I know what it takes to make her stomach feel a certain way. I got to know what it takes to make her clench her pelvic floor, to make her bite her lip and to make her submit to me. But as I said, that level of respect is there.

I still check her profile from time to time, about every 2-3 weeks, just to see has she put any new photos up. Today I happened to see her new photos on the hope page and they are what inspired me to write this.

On her profile, under the kinkiest place I have had sex, she says “Pressed against the window of a hotel room”. That was our hotel room. That was me that walked up behind her and had her pressed against the window. I did that. Me. We fucked all evening. We went for pizza and we then fucked again.

When I woke in the morning, she was leaving. She said goodbye. She handed me her knickers, she left and that was that. The best sex I have ever had.

I haven’t seen her since. And I know I wont see her again.

If I could do it all over, I would be more vocal on the day. I would tell her that I completely submit to her and ask the same of her. I would ask her to play out her deepest, darkest, depraved fantasies with me, and I, the same.

She is on a pedestal and I intend to keep her there.

Anyway Sara, this was for you. And you alone.

Boy x