Releasing your inner slut - Chapter 11

I realized most of it was a lie but...there was some truth in the fact that I was an 18 year old sexpot woman whose sensuality was begging to be explored. The thought of having a forbidden encounter with a man I had just met, someone whose name I did not know, was both thrilling and terrifying. I knew that indulging in such a liaison carried inherent risks, but I wasn't afraid of the unknown anymore.

Alyssa embraced uncertainty and the promise of pleasure that awaited her. I started to realize that I truly wanted this man and that the only way I was going to be satisfied was to let him ravish me and enjoy my new body.

"I'd love to learn more about you," I purred, flashing him a sultry smile. "What's your name?"

"Call me Jack," he responded, his eyes locking onto mine with an insatiable hunger. "And what's your name, sweetheart?"

"Alyssa," I replied, offering him a warm smile. "Alyssa Summers."

"A real summer treat," he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my cheek.

I shivered as I felt his touch and I knew right then and there that I needed his cock inside of me no matter what. I could feel my pussy growing wetter and tighter as I imagined the blissful sensations that would wash over me when he filled me. I knew that the pleasure would be immense, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever may come next.

"Why don't you give me your number, Alyssa?" Jack suggested casually, reaching out to brush a few strands of hair behind my ear. "We can continue this conversation later tonight."