My world fazed as the only thing that mattered to me was him and me and our sensual night. He knew what he was doing, waking up sinful desires inside me and exploring forbidden territories. I was discovering some foreign feelings and soft sensuous spots on my body.
I had heard from some of my friends how great s*x felt. Some even complained that their partners lacked experience. Some even fussed about the pain. But to me, it felt none of those.
It was the most earnest thing I was experiencing. And the one making love to me was a man full of muscles and knowledge. He took care of me like a daisy, making sweet love to me so as to make this experience more pleasurable and memorable for me. Who knew the cold and arrogant English teacher could be such a great lover?
"I am yours!" I accepted,
