He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before slowly pulling out, his breath still coming in short, heavy pants. He lay down beside me, and we both stared up at the ceiling in silence, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of what we’d just shared. My mind felt foggy, still trying to come down from the overwhelming high.
Gradually, I pushed myself up on my elbows. My gaze trailed over my breasts and stomach, which were decorated with his love bites and deep red marks, while the insides of my thighs were covered in bruises and evidence of the roughness we had both so desperately craved.
As a student from a well-off family, I appreciate the opportunities and privileges I have, but I've always wanted to carve my own path. My passion for writing has inspired me to explore this side and share my thoughts. I'm excited to connect with readers through my work. So, If you enjoy what I write and wish to support me, I'd be thankful. If not, that's perfectly fine too – I value all feedback on my journey.
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