One night, Sigurd and I had a few drinks to celebrate his arrival. We shared a few words and a few laughs before we began to flirt with each other, leading the conversation to be very suggestive. Then, we acted out on what was said. It started off simple with simple words of praises such as compliments. I, admiring Sigurd’s personality and everything physical about him, while he focused on admiring my smallest of actions and reactions to everything he says. It wasn’t long before he was able to read how obvious I was and began to memorize each small detail. Captivated, I leaned in and we shared a small kiss on the lips.

Everything about the moment was beautiful. The feeling and warmth of another person against me, the strong, bitter taste of alcohol lingering in his mouth and the intoxicating scent of earth. In bed, his scent only grew stronger, but I never seemed to get enough of him. Earth, sweat, musk, alcohol. We had sex in different positions, each of them involving me being the bottom and him being on top, having his way, and controlling when it was okay to cum. Afterwards, we bathed together, and that’s when I realized, I could never part from this man. I love you.

Confession [@x-klamstrakur]