Evelyn
I pulled down his trousers before he helped me in sliding them all the way down before I moved my hands to his boxers. He was too perfect; I could already see it without having to actually see it.
But suddenly, a wave of insecurities crashed over me. Doubt and worry crept into my mind, threatening to overshadow the excitement. I had absolutely no experience in oral whatsoever. The furthest I had gone with any guy was just a lip kiss and a few minutes of make-out—that was the extent of my limited knowledge.
The questions bombarded my thoughts, like a relentless barrage.
What if I'm utterly terrible at it?
What if he's left disappointed?
What if I fail to please him?
I was surely not as experienced as the other women who had graced his presence. Such a man like him must have encountered so many beautiful women, who might have astounded him to the core from the looks to the performance on the bed. And to be awfully honest, I did not have any skills whatsoever since I have never
