it was one of those warm summer evenings when everything feels charged with possibility. i’d met up with friends at our go-to rooftop bar, the music pulsing through the floor, city lights twinkling in the distance. between rounds of drinks and laughter, i locked eyes with two guys at the bar a dark-haired, intense-looking one with tattoos up his arm and his lighter, more laid-back friend with a smirk that hinted at trouble.
before i knew it, we were all crowded into my small apartment, a bottle of tequila half-empty on the table. things moved quickly from joking to touches fingers grazing bare skin, teasing whispers, shared glances that promised more. one pulled me close as the other pressed up behind, the sensation of being surrounded sent a shiver through me.
their hands knew where to go, exploring, making me feel like every part of me was being worshipped and claimed. when one laid me down, pinning my wrists gently, the other traced kisses down my spine, making me arch into them. everything was a blur of heat, the air thick with the sound of our gasps and the pulse of my racing heart.
with each movement, every shift of their bodies against mine, i felt overwhelmed, stretched, and filled, in the most incredible way. it was everything: raw, intense, and absolutely unforgettable.
as the dawn light crept through the blinds, we lay tangled together, my body aching and satisfied, knowing this was a night i’d relive in my thoughts for a long time.
