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After Sex - my daughter's 100-word story
Mint-scented breath panted against my neck.
His heat covered me. I pressed my palms against his pelvis and felt him pullout. His cock lay pressed between us, still wet and firm.
I felt content, maybe happy, but empty inside.
Mom was away when we got home so we talked, then kissed. When his hand slipped under my loose blouse there was no bra and no hesitation from me. We had no protection, but nothing could stop us.
What happens after sex? I couldn’t say I loved him. I barely knew him.
He looked at me and sighed.
“It’s just sex,” I said.
His heat covered me. I pressed my palms against his pelvis and felt him pullout. His cock lay pressed between us, still wet and firm.
I felt content, maybe happy, but empty inside.
Mom was away when we got home so we talked, then kissed. When his hand slipped under my loose blouse there was no bra and no hesitation from me. We had no protection, but nothing could stop us.
What happens after sex? I couldn’t say I loved him. I barely knew him.
He looked at me and sighed.
“It’s just sex,” I said.
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