Red Confession: Ravished by My 19-Year-Old Ex in His Apartment

Vincent’s apartment hummed with dim light. The movie ended. His body pressed too close on the couch. Subtle cologne invaded my lungs. Warm skin scent twisted my insides. Desire clawed my belly. Veins throbbed hot. Breath scorched. I bolted to the bathroom. Sat on the tub edge. Fantasized his slim fingers on my flesh. Lips on my velvet breasts. Tongue circling pink nipples. They hardened under imagined breath.

‘Chu?’ His voice jolted me. Crashed to the floor. Ankle screamed. Door swung open. Heart exploded. No man enters my sanctuary uninvited. He stared, innocent eyes wide. ‘What happened?’ Helped me up. Grip firm. Inches apart. His blue gaze burned into mine. Mouth so full, tempting. I pulled away. He’s nineteen. A boy. Mantra failed. Fire raged hotter.

The Burning Fever Rises

Back in the living room. Party invite. Twenty soon. Whisky offered. Refused. Fingers danced on piano keys. His palm slid warm on my shoulder. Neck. Lifted hair. Massaged deep. Both hands now. Leaned into my back. Hard bulge pressed insistent. Groan escaped. Wanted to devour him. Body arched taut. ‘Vincent…’ ‘Shh. Relax.’ Voice husky. Promised sage. Liar. Both wicked.

Stood. Spun. Crushed lips to his. Tongues tangled electric. Hands in his silky hair. Sucked his mouth hungry. He gripped waist. Stumbled to sofa. Devoured endlessly. Pushed weakly. ‘No exes. No love.’ He stroked fire on my chest. ‘I want you bad. You too.’ Lips grazed cheek. ‘Love you lots.’ Bullshit. Pulled back. He switched tracks. Ankle excuse. Kneeled. Massaged foot. Up calves. Knees. Parted thighs slow.

Eyes locked, blazing. ‘Can’t stop. Desire you too much.’ Melted. Kissed back fierce. Arms wrapped. Thighs spread wide. Slid between. Hands under shirt. Skin fevered. Writhed urgent. Fingers traced inner thighs. Slipped into panties. Circled swollen clit. Dipped into slick heat. Moaned deep. Gripped him. Fingers plunged rhythmic. Fast. Nearly shattered.

Consumed in Savage Flames

He reared up. Shucked pants. Paused. Naked hunger. Last chance to flee. Begged with eyes. Hurry. Grabbed condom. ‘Put it on?’ Nodded. But first, forehead on belly. Mouth claimed pussy. Tongue delved expert. Waves crashed. Orgasmed hard. Shuddered endless.

Ripped off my clothes. Sucked rigid nipples. Lapped breast curves. ‘Charlotte…’ Squeezed his ass. Pulled close. Legs hooked. ‘Take me.’ Condom rolled on steel cock. Kissed profound. Hands cupped ass. Pulled in. Thrust deep natural. Gasped. Trembled. Face buried in his neck. Scent divine. Moved synced. Savage rhythm. Nails dug hips. Bit screams for neighbors. Drove relentless. Precipice neared. He groaned long. Spasmed inside. Mine hit too—first from penetration. Shock rippled.

Withdrew. Kissed forehead. Vanished to bathroom. Music died. Fan whirred. Body cooled slow. Regret crashed tidal. Self-loathing drowned. Leapt up. Yanked on damp dress. No bra. No panties. Snatched bag. Fled apartment. Devil chased. Car. Sobs wracked. Wiped thighs feverish. Engine roared. Tears blurred. Streetlights streaked. Phone buzzed. Smashed silent. Ashes lingered on skin. Unique burn forever.