The week absolutely flew by—it felt like I blinked on Monday night and woke up Friday morning. Still, it was a good one: productive, and honestly pretty interesting. I recently met someone who really caught my attention, his name is Jeremy. We met a few weeks ago and we’ve been talking nonstop ever since.
I’ve come to believe there’s truth in the idea that the heart has the capacity to love more than one person at a time. And I’ll be damned if I let someone else’s opinion stop me from following mine and being happy. I’ve always been open-minded about relationships, and I’ve made sure my partners know that about me.
Jeremy, who’s a chef, promised to cook me a meal. So we picked a date for the weekend. He showed up fully prepared, groceries and all. While he cooked, we shared a bottle of wine and talked about everything and nothing.
He moved through my kitchen like he owned it, unpacking ingredients while I uncorked the first bottle of red wine. Conversation flowed easily—his latest restaurant experiments, your favourite travel stories. The way he laughed when I teased him about burning the garlic excited me
By the second glass of wine, the air between us had thickened. Jeremy stood at the cooker, stirring a rich sauce that filled the room with garlic, herbs, and the promise of something delicious. I leaned against the counter beside him, close enough that our shoulders brushed. His hand found my waist, fingers sliding inside my shirt to stroke bare skin. The touch sent heat straight between my legs.
“Taste this,” he murmured, lifting a spoon to my lips. I opened my mouth, and as the sauce hit my tongue, his free hand cupped my ass, squeezing firmly. I swallowed, then turned to him. Our mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding together while his cock pressed hard against my hip through his jeans. I reached down and rubbed him through the denim. He caught his breath. And it grew thicker under my palm.
Jeremy groaned into my mouth and backed me against the counter. He yanked off my shirt, then unhooked my bra with one hand while the other worked on my panties. Everything dropped to the floor. He lifted me onto the countertop. It was cold. Jeremy spread my thighs wide, and kissed my neck. He slipped two fingers into my wet pussy, and I gasped from the double pleasure of him licking my neck and fingering me at the same time.
The sauce simmered behind us, forgotten for the moment. Our lips met again and we kissed, exploring each other’s mouth while I shoved his jeans down. His cock sprang free, pulsing and ready.
I wrapped my hand around it, stroking from base to tip, thumb smearing the bead of precum. Jeremy grabbed my hips and pulled me to the very edge of the counter. He thrust in deep, burying every inch of him inside me. I cried out, my legs locking around his waist as he started fucking me hard and steady.
Each thrust rocked my body. My tits bounced with the force of it. Jeremy’s mouth found my nipple, sucking and biting while his cock pounded my pussy. The wet sound of skin slapping skin mixed with the bubbling sauce and our shared moans. He reached for my clitoris, rubbing them in tight circles until my walls clenched around him. I came hard, my pussy pulsing and dripping around his cock as pleasure ripped through me.
Jeremy didn’t stop. He fucked me through the orgasm, then lifted me off the counter and bent me over it. He slammed back inside from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he drove deeper. One hand reached around to pinch my nipple while the other slapped my ass, leaving a stinging print. I pushed back to meet every thrust, taking him as deep as I could. The smell of cooking food mixed with sex filled the kitchen.
He pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me again. This time he sat me on the edge of the sink and fucked me standing, My legs wrapped tight around him. His cock hit new angles, hitting that spot inside me over and over until I came again, my nails digging into his shoulders. Jeremy groaned my name, thrust deep one last time, and came hard. Hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy, overflowing and running down my thighs as he kept pumping through his release.
Breathing hard, he stayed inside me, his forehead pressed to mine. The timer on the cooker finally beeped. Jeremy laughed softly, kissed me slow and deep, then pulled out. Cum and my juices trickled down my leg as he reached over to turn off the burner.
“Dinner’s ready,” he said with a wicked grin, already hardening again. “But I think we’re going to need a few more rounds before we eat.” Needless to say it was an eventful evening.
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