My first orgasm in life taught me one thing – life is quite a pain without good sex. And that’s the mantra I’ve lived by, even after marriage. Now, I don’t mean to brag but when Mr. Braganza and I take it, we take it to town! After much thinking, I’ve decided it’s best to share my bedroom adventures with you all. Because good sex and great stories are never a bad idea!
It’s a rainy morning today and Mr. B still isn’t back from his little trip. Dang him! How can he stay away from me for so long? But I kind of like rainy mornings, they leave me with a tinge of bittersweet nostalgia. In fact, wasn’t it an evening like this when Mr. B and I went out for our third date? Two innocent little buds, waiting to bloom. He had picked me up on his bike, he was quite the stud back then. But I hadn’t been introduced to the wonderful world of pleasure. No, back then a slight brush of his hand against mine had me blushing like a schoolgirl. It was after our movie that he pulled me close to hug and I could feel the warmth of his chest on my cheeks. Oh my, his heart was racing and so was mine. I pulled back slightly and found my lips just inches away from his. The temptation to give in and finally kiss him was so strong. But I was scared. His breath smelt of the tic tac peppermint he always carried around. With the smell of the rain around us, I caved…
Watch out this space to know what happened next!
Featured Image: Shutterstock
