About the story: Mansi, a middle-class girl with an unquenchable passion for dance, crosses paths with Terence, a renowned choreographer whose world is far beyond anything she's ever known. The moment she meets him, her heart catches fire, and she f...
He treated me exceptionally well during my period. He understood my mood swings, gave me space when I needed it, ensured I ate on time, and indulged my cravings. He gave me immense pleasure by going down on me and loving me so passionately there. He took me on walks, long drives, and even slow danced with me in the room. Even when I annoyed him with hypothetical questions, he simply laughed and never got angry with me. I'm grateful to be with him; he handles me so well, and deep down, I love that only he knows how.
He's resting in the room after a hectic week. I feel guilty that he had to manage both his work and me. I couldn't do much to help him, but I want to show my appreciation. An idea came to me, one that requires boldness. But first, let me tell you how I got inspired to do this.
While watching television with Sassy, we came across an adult-rated romantic movie about two childhood friends, Henry and Amy. They share everything—no secrets, just pure, unadulterated friendship. The story takes a turn when a new girl transfers to their college, develops a crush on Henry, and makes an unexpected move by suddenly kissing him—Amy witnesses the scene. Overcome with jealousy, Amy fights with Henry. He makes several attempts to fix things, but Amy lashes out and asks him to leave. A tense silence grows between them, which Amy can no longer bear, so after class, she goes to his house unannounced.
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Dear readers, here comes the epic scene of the movie: the love confession and her way of apologizing. Let me describe it for you.
When Henry opened the door, he asked, "What are you doing here?" Amy insisted on talking, so he let her in. She looked around, noting the absence of others.
"Nobody's home if that's what you're wondering," he said.
Under the impression that he's doing just fine without her, she starts to leave, her face long and sad, tears welling up. He grabs her hand and pulls her back against the wall.
"Why are you doing this? What have I done?" Henry asked, tired of this unreasonable fight.
"I saw you kissing her, and since then, nothing has been the same. I can't focus on anything." Amy said, her voice trembling.
"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me, and I froze. I didn't know how to react, but later I asked her to keep her distance. And then you started ignoring me. I like you. I wanted you to be my first kiss," Henry admitted, stepping closer.
"Kiss me, then," Amy whispered.
They move into an intimate moment, pleasuring each other with kissing, hugging, the guy going down on her, a blowjob, sex, and cuddling.
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