#SecretsFromMyPast: My First SEX-perience Part2

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This is the second part of ‘My First SEXperience’ story, if you missed the first part read it HERE. During all of the voracious kissing and conjunction that was going well, I was doing things I had never done before, touching things that had always been a dream in my mind and rubbing my lips on parts of her body I had always imagined. Truthfully, I was doing things; many things. She wasn’t the best kisser. Don't ask me how I know... Okay, I'll just say it! I know that because she wasn’t the first person I had kissed. She had always known me to be an amateur when it came to practical sex-related issues but the things I was doing made her doubt my innocence but I confessed to her that I knew things but I hadn’t had the opportunity to put them to practice; she was my perfect opportunity. I remember my lips working wonders on her lips, down to her neck, then back to her forehead. I was back to her forehead because I thought she was going to ask me to stop but I was wrong. She wanted more and I did too. My mouth began the journey the second time; every love and romance movie I had seen before was replaying on my mind at the time. Suddenly, I found my mouth on her nipples after merry-go-rounding through the well rounded but succulent boobs; I kissed it so gently that I heard her say, ‘bobo, you are bad’. I told her I was learning from her. After doing everything else and the only thing left to do was sex, I stopped. Why? Even I don’t know why. I’m sure something stopped me because I couldn’t have stopped. I told her we shouldn’t go all the way. She obliged because she knew I hadn’t done it before. I spent a few minutes with her after that before taking my leave and that was when the condemnation began. What have I done? I concluded that was the last time a thing like that would happen but I was wrong because it wasn’t the last time. One week after that, I received a call from her asking me where I was. ‘I am at the office’, I replied. She was around the corner and before I opened my eyes she was at my office. I was surprised to see her because she didn’t make it known that she was coming. She was hungry and I went out to get her what to eat. While eating, she asked if I would just sit there and allow her eat alone. Then I stood up to feed her with the food and drink. When she was done with the food and the plates had been cleared, I came back in to gist with her and she asked what was on my mind and the bad boy in me spoke out, ‘I want you now.’ She went to the door and locked it with a key. Came towards me and sat on my laps while she touched me seductively; I felt like tearing off all she had on but I managed to control myself but before I knew it we were on top of each other. Things began to happen but this time, she took control and in just a matter of seconds my trouser was wet – that was when it dawned on me that 'there is a difference between touching a woman and being touched by a woman'. I was ready to continue when she asked me the strangest question that killed all the sexual feelings inside. She said, ‘Bobo, I love you already but have you changed your mind about having me in your life now?’ What do I do now? How do I handle this situation? I need you to please advise me via the comment section below.   #SecretsFromMyPast is a new initiative from www.OLATUNJISPEAKS.com. You can send us your own #SecretsFromMyPast; we will publish your story however raw they may be and if you want to remain anonymous like the writer of today’s piece we will not publish your name or contact. #SecretsFromMyPast will come up on this blog EVERY FRIDAY. Send them to olatunjispeaks@gmail.com