Ep.1: My First Kink Experience

I went to a house party on a lovely Saturday night. I suppose you could say that I was bored, and my roommate forced me to go out with her.

She was the bubbly type — talkative, social, and annoyingly polite. I admired her from afar because she lived on vibes and extroversion, while I lived on caution.

"You need to meet people," she'd always say. "Touch grass."

Well, congratulations to her; I touched more than grass that night. 

The house was big, loud, and creeping with strangers. My anxiety shot through the roof instantly. After what felt like two hours of suffering, I realized I couldn't find her. I spotted her earlier walking into one of the rooms with her boyfriend, so I wandered off to track them down. 

That was my first mistake… or maybe my first awakening.

As I approached the hallway leading to the balcony, I heard sounds. Pleasure, rhythm, breathlessness. I recognized the voice.

My friend. Getting fucked hard and good.

And the door? It was wide open like a movie invitation.

Curiosity was already beating my morals, so I peeked in while pretending to check if anyone else was watching me be a pervert.

The way he thrust into her was deep and intentional. Her moans sounded like a string of melodies throbbing at my womanhood, and the sight of her breasts bouncing sent a thrill of sensations I had never felt before…

What was this new, sinful, ungodly electricity moving slowly through my body?

I pondered. It was unusual; it felt forbidden, but I loved it.

I felt every movement like it was happening to me. Worse… I felt drawn to her too.

Her body. Her sounds. Her pleasure.

Oh, how sinful, dirty, and wrong I felt about myself.

Then…

“Who’s there?”

I gasped.

I nearly died. She’d caught a glimpse of me.

Panic took the wheel. I vanished into the hallway, hoping I wouldn't get caught.

“Hey! Wait!” she called out.

Nope. Not me. Not today.

I speed-walked back to the party acting like I wasn’t just spying on two people fucking.

Oh! I’m such a big hypocrite!

“Hey!” she called out when she appeared minutes later.

I matched her energy. “Hey! Where have you been?”

“Oh, you know… out with Ajibola. Touring the house.”

Touring?? Liar.

“That’s great,” I said, smiling. “I’ve been here the whole time. Didn’t even notice your absence.”

We both lied through our teeth and danced the night away like neither of us had been caught doing nonsense minutes earlier.

Later, exhausted, I crashed on the bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, a warm touch pulled me out of sleep. It was soft, intentional… intimate.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, confused.

She said nothing, just stared at me with this unreadable expression.

Then…

"I know it was you, babe. You were there."

My heart did a backflip.

“What are you talking about?” I tried to play dumb, but it was very bad.

“Admit it,” she said, moving closer. “It was you.”

Her closeness felt dangerous… and good. Too good.

"I see the way you look at me," she continued. "The way you watch me undress. I've seen it."

Was I so unsuspecting and stupid?

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked. "Because if you do… that's okay."

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. But denying was easier than confessing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered.

She didn’t buy it. She closed the space between us and pressed her lips against mine—it was slow, intense, and passionate. I melted into her without thinking.

Then she pulled back.

“Do you admit it now?”

What a setup. And I walked right into it.

“I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed. “How hard is it to admit you’re into me? I’ve known for a while.”

I felt embarrassed, burying my eyes in the ground. She placed her hand on my face, looking me in the eye…

"If it makes you feel better, I'm into you too."

I blinked. Trap? Or truth?

“How do I know you’re not setting me up?”

“I don’t need to,” she said quietly. “I like you.”

Then she slipped her dress off very casually and confidently, leaving me staring at her naked body.

Why was I so turned on? What switch flipped inside me?

She guided my hands to her breasts, my lips to her skin. Everything about her felt soft, warm, and addictive. Her moans yanked through me, and her touch unlocked things I didn’t even know I had buried.

I wanted to please her. Just her. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

Then she whispered...

“What if we involved Ajibola? Only if you’re cool with it…”

I hesitated.

“I’m not sure I want that. I get jealous.”

“So you’d rather watch instead?” she asked coyly.

I shrugged.

“I don’t think I’d mind.”

“Perfect,” she said, smiling. “I’ll plan it. Let’s sleep.”

She kissed me, got into bed, and just… slept.

Just like that.

No aftercare. No follow-up. No nothing.

I lay there staring at the ceiling.

What. A. Cunt!