"Some Secrets I've Never Shared Before…"
Hey guys,
There's something I've never really told anyone—not even my closest friends. But today, I feel like letting it out.
It all started with love. I was truly, madly, deeply in love with someone. I gave him all of me—emotionally, mentally, physically. But as life would have it, fate wasn't on our side. We broke up, and while he moved on, I was left stuck—unable to let go, unable to heal.
I tried. I really did. I tried to distract myself, to move on, even attempted casual dating just to feel something again. That's when I met someone new—unexpectedly. There was something about him… we instantly vibed. The conversations flowed easily, and soon enough, we began meeting in quiet cafés—hidden away from the world.
With time, our meetings grew more intense. He would slowly get close—his hand brushing against my waist, his lips whispering teasing words. And one day, he kissed me with a kind of hunger that pulled me in. His hands explored me gently at first, and then with a hunger that caught me off guard. His fingers slipped under the hem of my clothes, teasing me in ways that made it impossible to stay silent. I whispered, "Stop… we're in public," but he didn't. I moaned, softly at first—but it got louder, and I noticed the other couples glancing our way. I was flushed with both excitement and embarrassment.
And then, he took my hand and placed it over him… and oh my god—I'd never seen anyone that big. He asked for a blowjob, but I refused. That kind of intimacy still meant something to me. I was still holding a piece of my heart for someone else.
Later, we met at his PG. That night was… wild. We tried positions I never even imagined. Things I never did with my ex, I explored with this stranger. It was raw, passionate, intense—so much so that afterward, I literally couldn't walk straight. I remember lying there, breathless, thinking: this isn't love, but damn, it feels good to be touched like that.
We kept meeting. Again and again. We didn't label it, we didn't promise anything—we just enjoyed each other. And honestly, I started to feel comfortable around him. But I never let it go deeper. I wasn't looking for love. I just wanted to feel alive again.
Then, one day, out of nowhere, my ex texted me.
"Hey, how are you doing?"
And I froze. My heart skipped a beat. All those feelings I buried came rushing back. I couldn't help myself—I replied. We started talking, slowly at first, then emotionally. He said, "Let's meet." And I agreed.
We met, we talked… and then we kissed. It felt like going home after being lost for so long. And yes, we had sex. It was emotional, not just physical. After everything, I realized…