Actual s****l experience, due to a number of different factors, didn’t happen until I was in college on a partial academic scholarship that my parents were too proud of to make me turn down (and I was glad to be several hundred miles away, on the other side of the state – by then I wanted nothing to do with my parents’ rules. I think I must have been the only freshman in my dorm who didn’t cry from homesickness on my first night away from home). By then I had acquired a different boyfriend, who I’d met when he sat next to me in my Rationalism and Empiricism class and struck up a conversation about Pascal’s wager. And yes. By then I knew it was possible to do more with my body than just kiss.
His mouth is warm and moist against my genitals, his tongue doing insane, almost unbelievable thi
