Her bluntness caught me off guard. I hesitated, not because of my ex—at that moment, all thoughts of her had been swept away by the alcohol and the intensity of the moment. No, I hesitated because I had never had someone be so direct with me before. It was bold, unexpected, and strangely freeing. In that instant, I wasn't thinking about my ex or the breakup. I was living purely in the moment, letting myself get swept up in whatever this was.
So, I said yes.
She led me upstairs to the second floor of Tantric, straight to the only toilet. That's where it happened. The sex was bad—there's no other way to describe it. It was rushed, messy, and there was zero connection. We barely had time to fumble with each other's clothes before it was over.
The truth is, it couldn't have been good. Five minutes isn't enough time for most women to even come close to an orgasm. And it didn't help that, halfway through, someone started banging on the door, needing the bathroom. The urgency of it all added to the awkwardness, and I knew we had to stop. I told her we couldn't just stay there, taking up the only toilet. She looked disappointed, and honestly, so was I.
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From Singapore to the World: A Journey of Lesbian Love Across The Globe
RomanceThis is my personal story-an unfiltered and raw memoir that takes you along on my journey through love, lust, heartbreak, and self-discovery. It's about navigating relationships as a Singaporean woman exploring her identity in a world where every ci...
