LAKEN I rush to get ready for bed. I shower, shave in all areas, exfoliate, lotion, blow dry my hair, brush my teeth, and the whole works. You know, just in case. Better to be prepared than not. Do I want to have sex with Blake tonight? Am I ready for that? Maybe? I guess it depends on how I’m feeling at the moment, and there’s always a moment when it comes to that delicious man. I’m excited but also nervous. Very nervous. I just need to be sure there’s not much light so that he doesn’t see my scars. I don’t want to answer any questions about that tonight. I don’t want to get into anything heavy unless it’s heavy petting or heavy fucking. I shiver just thinking about the possibilities. I don’t know how many times I’ve changed. I literally wear almost the same thing every night. Tank top and sleep shorts. Nothing special, but this is the first time a guy has stayed over. I decide to go with the first thing I put on after changing probably seven times. A hot pink tank top and bla

LAKEN“Enough of the depressing stuff tonight. Let’s make out,” I say to lighten the mood, and then proceed to cop a feel of his dick.Blake grunts and jerks his body like the feeling of my hand on his dick scared him. Like he wasn’t expecting it. To be fair, I wasn’t either. I think my body acted before my brain even had time to think up the process because I’m getting awkward with all this depressing talk of death and evil fathers. “Damn, woman! You just went from zero to ninety in .2 seconds flat!” he says in a strangled voice. Probably because I keep squeezing his dick in my hand. I have to say, the size is admirable. Long and thick, and the longer I keep giving it a squeeze the harder he gets. Nice. Mission accomplished.Blake groans then pulls my mouth to his and starts kissing me like his life depends on it. With my fingers wrapped around his cock I start stroking him slowly up and down, which makes Blake’s groans turn into growls. I’m getting wetter by the minute and I’m sec