As soon as I stepped inside and the door clicked shut behind me, he pulled me close, his hands firm yet inviting. Before I could catch my breath, his lips were on mine—warm, demanding, leaving no room for hesitation. There was no further greeting, no small talk, no time to steady myself or ease into the moment. He went straight to business, and I could feel the hunger in his touch.

He immediately began tugging at my clothes, undressing me with swift, deliberate movements. Barely two minutes after stepping into his apartment, I found myself standing there—completely naked, exposed in unfamiliar territory. His pace was overwhelming, too fast for me to fully process, but I was too shy to speak up, too caught between uncertainty and anticipation.

He unbuckled his pants, and within moments, I felt the warmth of his flesh pressing against my body. His arousal was undeniable—eager, insistent—while I, on the other hand, was still struggling to acclimate to the situation. My mind raced, trying to catch up with the pace he had set, but my body hadn't yet followed.

I decided to take him into my hand, wrapping my fingers around his growing length. A deep moan escaped his lips as he continued to kiss me, his hunger undeniable. Our tongues met, but instead of excitement, a wave of uncertainty washed over me. My body felt tense, my mind racing. I wasn’t ready—I knew that—but his taller, stronger presence made me feel small, powerless… submissive.

And yet, beneath the fear and hesitation, another worry crept in. What if I couldn’t meet his expectations? What if I let him down? The thought of disappointing him weighed on me, keeping me silent, keeping me compliant.

to be continued ...