What was your first time like?
Mine was, driving home from work, I spotted Muffin's car in this secluded woodland parking lot. There was only one other car there, which made me curious. I parked nearby and decided to check it out.
I walked through the woods, the leaves crunching under my feet. The sounds I heard made me slow down. Following them, I came across Muffin, but she wasn't alone. She was on a picnic bench, her back slightly arched, her legs wrapped around this guy I'd never seen before. His hands were on her hips, guiding her movements as she swayed with each thrust. Her arms were around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer with each breathy moan. They were lost in the moment, completely unaware of anything else around them.
I felt a surge of conflicting emotions watching her like that, her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes closed, her body moving in rhythm with his.
I backed away, my mind racing, heart pounding. The image of Muffin, her lips parted, her body pressed against his, stayed with me for weeks. When I finally talked to her, it wasn't just about what I saw; it was about figuring out what we both wanted. But that moment in the woods, it was burned into my memory, vivid and raw.
That's when we joined fab. |
