"Are you ready?" he sternly asks. My heart jumps at his question and I begin to question myself if I am truly ready for this. I question whether I will regret this decision or not. I debate whether giving my virginity up to someone I know is something worth doing or not. While confused and doubtful of the situation I am in right now, the luminous figure on the other hand seems impatient. He asks me a question but he's not gentleman enough to wait for my response. He immediately claims my lips. Our lips touch, wet and soft. His breath smells like menthol and his lips taste like eucalyptus, cool like citrus, and sweet like honey.Right there and then, my doubts disappear. He pulls me closer to him, rubbing his arm against my sleeping gown. "Oh, god, it feels good to be touched," I savor the moment.As he pulls me closer, the more his perfume scent becomes familiar, I am pretty sure I have smelled this before, but I can't point it out.Distracted from my invited thoughts disconnects my l

"There you are," my inner mind is jumping with excitement at the sight of this gorgeous godly man a few meters away from me, which name I don't know, by the way. Though my reason for coming here is to get laid - well, it happened yesterday and I was satisfied, but thanks to SEXONITE's red notice, I could no longer participate - I become more interested in personally meeting this hottie. That's why I put on the best dress resting inside my luggage, an emerald velvet backless halter neck bodycon dress with a plunging neckline just a few inches above my navel, which exposes most of my skin.As the breeze of the air conditioner hits my skin, I feel a chill but I pretend not to feel, "Now I need a strong drink to warm myself up," I told myself. So I sit on an empty spot with a circular small center table and two black single mini couches since the counter table is already full. Well, this spot is just a meter away from him so I can clearly and freely stare at his face and body without him

The handsome man leads me to the entrance of the hotel where I'm staying. So I guess he isn't staying here after all. I can still feel his warm big hand around my waist. People stare at us as we walk. They follow our every step and then whisper to someone close to them,"I guess they are still not over with our little show at the bar," I whisper softly to the man beside me. Then he leans his face near my ear and says,"Nope, they are looking at you because you are so damn gorgeous. That's why I had to give you my jacket, to reserve your body solely for me," then he chuckles.This man is a man of humor. He knows the right words to say, and he knows the right thing to do."You and your flattery never end, Mister," I pick up my face to see if he would chase me, but even before I could outrun him, he pulls my arm closer to him, with my side to his chest, and his arm now locked to my shoulder."You said anywhere with me, lady," he confirms."Indeed, now where to," I throw his remarks back

"Is this where we're going to have sex? I would definitely say yes to that." His laughter echoes around the room after hearing my absurd commentary of the bed. His laughter sounds refreshing to my ears, a laughter that's so sincere. He crouches as he laughs, touching his stomach with one hand, and brushing his hair with another one. His closed eyes traced inverted moon lines to his face, and his cheeks turn red from so much happiness. Unsure of how will I react to it, I stand still and stare at him until he finishes. Every now and then, his personality really amazes me, the ideal person whom I only thought existed in webtoons or romantic books, but he is the exact personification of it. He is someone who is very far from my egoistic, pretentious, sacred boyfriend Seid. "You're very fond of me, aren't you?", I cut his little over-the-top happiness with my not-so-sarcastic acclaim. I face him and wait for him to respond. "In fact, I am dearly fond of you, Miss," he pauses and waits fo

"Well, there's no other way to say this, I came here to lose my virginity."He sips on his wine and says nothing. He awaits the continuation of my story."I am. I mean, I was-", correcting myself, "I was in a long-term relationship with my boyfriend, Err, ex-boyfriend for more than seven years, and well-" I try to find the right words to say, "He, we, never even had sex at all. Not even once," I chuckle. On the other hand, Dmitri chokes in his own wine,"What?", his eyes are bewildered from what he heard."Yep. I am here, aren't I?" I sarcastically retort his disbelief. I drink more wine to the last drop and pour another one. Oh, this is good. A hot bath and a bottle of wine under the clear night sky."Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude," he tries to explain unnecessary things."None taken," I quickly answer."He's either, asexual, gay, or just stupid," he revolts into a hilarious remark.I cackle uncontrollably, "I'll go with the last one, then."My boring sentiments about my ex-boyf