Friday night

I liked the way he took his shoes off and lay on my bed without so much as a care in the world.

The kissing is perhaps what I remember the most. Greedy, deep kisses which left my boxers stretched and moist.

I refer to my night with Pc X.

That I felt comfortable with someone so easily has surprised me/turned on in equal measures.

I can feel the wetness of his mouth washing over my tongue as though it were happening to me right now.

As things currently stand, the very thought of Pc X is enough to give me an erection. Partly because he is so horny and confident with his sexuality, and partly because he is so unaware of the power he exudes.

If he were food, I would have eaten him whole on Friday night. Or, should I say, he might have eaten me.

His chest is smooth and defined. He has dark hairs over his leg, the very thought of which turn me on. He smelt clean almost sweet.

As I took his cock into my mouth, it tastes different to those that previously passed my lips. The size was big enough to fill my mouth.

Pushing me onto the floor his cock and my mouth were equidistant. Pulling his cock out of his shorts he guided it firmly into my mouth and proceeded to fuck me mouth.

That he, or anybody, could feel as though they could do whatever they wanted to me was what I’d been craving all along. That unapologetic fierce of lust where boundaries seem to dissolve instantly.

Had I been as prepared as I should have been (with a gallon of lubricant at the ready), I would have let him fuck me. And I would have enjoyed it.

And then we made the mistake of reading a text from the bunny boiler.

The bunny boiler took my orgasm and ran with it as fast as he could. And for this, he shall never be forgiven.

If you are a bunny boiler, please note, what you do is not funny, nor is it necessary or sexy. It is rude and an indication of mental instability. Kindly, kiss my arse.