Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Present day
Dayu's POV
I woke up, to an unusual blissful and content feeling. Something smelled so sweet and I felt so warm and secure.
I had not felt such comfortable feeling, waking up, in a very long time. When was it, the last time that i had had such feeling? Years ago, maybe. When I was still a child, waking up with my brothers at the orphanage.
No- it's slightly different. This is more- and then I opened my eyes; and my breath stopped as everything began storming back into my mind.
The first thing I saw was a chest; a sculpted, muscled naked chest, with milky white skin. And I had no doubt in my mind who this chest belongs to. And this scent; this sweet scent actually belongs to only one man.
Wang Qing.
And yesterday; we had finally did it. After three months; we finally slept together.
And our physical compatibility is still very much intact. Wang Qing for me; is incomparable. I never had the desire to drown myself in another man's passion; but I'd give my everything to Qing.
My body accepted him like no one else. The pleasure I had from our lovemakings were out of this world; I thought it was because I was so in love with him, blindly so, back when we're just contracted lovers. But, no. It was still the same and maybe even more so now; so, it's not just me blindly in love with Qing that I allowed myself to be so lost in him.
Even with my eyes 'opened' now; making love with Qing is still incredible. Making love with the person you love; that's the only answer I got. It's got nothing to do with being blindly in love or not. As long as you are in love. You'll want the other person like you will never want anybody else.
When it comes to Wang Qing; I know I love him; As much as I did, when we were together before.
And I was every bit as hungry for him, and as inhibited as I did, in my quest to attain the highest peak of sexual gratification; as I was in the two years of me being his contracted kept lover.
God- I had forgotten just how much I would respond to Qing. I was shameless; hungry for his touch and his mouth. I wanted his body inside of me so much I burned, from the inside out.
I gave Qing all of my self; that everytime we finished one round, I thought I'd had enough. And yet, the moment when he touched me again, I lit up like a lightbulb. Though; Qing finally stopped after our third round.
Qing bought the condoms but he didn't even use them. Not even once. He came inside every single time.
I have OCD. I always have it. And I never do bareback sex; even kissing, it's not something I do very often. But, Wang Qing is an exception.
Another man's scent and body fluid always made me sick. Yet, with Qing; far from being sick of his sweat and cum, I actually loved them. Never once, did I think of my OCD when I was making love with Qing. Not then, and not now.
