Evelyn
I pulled down his trousers before he helped me in sliding them all the way down before I moved my hands to his boxers. He was too perfect; I could already see it without having to actually see it.
But suddenly, a wave of insecurities crashed over me. Doubt and worry crept into my mind, threatening to overshadow the excitement. I had absolutely no experience in oral whatsoever. The furthest I had gone with any guy was just a lip kiss and a few minutes of make-out—that was the extent of my limited knowledge.
The questions bombarded my thoughts, like a relentless barrage.
What if I'm utterly terrible at it?
What if he's left disappointed?
What if I fail to please him?
I was surely not as experienced as the other women who had graced his presence. Such a man like
