Chapter 1: Blake Nightshade
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Cheers~
I could hear laughter, conversations, singing, and the sound of dancing filling the air. I am Blake Nightshade, a 22-year-old happily tipsy person, enjoying the celebration of my best friend Jamaica's wedding to her husband Rio. Instead of a slow dance, they were grooving to a remix, adding a fun twist to the simple yet joyous occasion. The night was filled with happiness, and as the clock neared midnight, most of the guests had bid their farewells and left. However, in my intoxicated state, Jamaica and Rio kindly offered me their guest room to spend the night. I felt a tinge of embarrassment, worried about disturbing them during their honeymoon, but I couldn't resist their offer. So, with a nod and a smile, I accepted, grateful for their hospitality on this special night of celebration.
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"There's the guest room, beside my cousin's bedroom," Jamaica's voice guided me.
Confusion clouded my mind as I couldn't recall seeing her cousin at the church or reception. The effects of alcohol blurred my senses, leaving me disoriented. Upon reaching the open room, I collapsed onto the bed, clumsily removing my black sleeves. Standing up unsteadily, I closed the door behind me. In the dimly lit room, I noticed a figure lying on the bed. His features were obscured by my intoxicated haze, but his golden-brown hair stood out vividly. A faint smile crept across my face as I settled down beside him
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With a mischievous glint in my eyes and a hint of tipsiness, I decided to wake the man up.
"Hey there, handsome, what are you doing here?" I playfully whispered, the words slightly slurred. As he slowly opened his eyes, I was greeted by his intense green eyes, a perfect match to his golden-brown hair.
"Huh?" He uttered, now fully awake. "Don't 'huh' me, or you might regret it," I teased, my hand gently exploring his muscular frame, starting from his face and trailing down slowly.
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I see him looking surprised by my actions, but I continue to trail my touch down towards his pants.
I heard him gulp audibly, his hand gripping my cheek as he pulled me closer to his face. With his fierce, deep voice that belied his youthful appearance, he asked, "What are you doing?" raising an eyebrow inquisitively.
"What else do you think I'm doing?" I say as I slowly remove his white polo shirt. "Oh, so you're suggesting that I do it with you?" he smirks and pulls me closer to his lips. With a mischievous smile, I simply nod and say, "Yeah, why not?" as I straddle him on top. He gazes deeply into my eyes, feeling the heat between us, and allows me to take off his polo shirt.
"Are you going to regret it?" he asks as he holds my waist. "Oh? Try me then," I reply, slapping his hands away. Instead of backing off, he pulls me even closer, resting my head against his as he kisses me passionately. Naturally, I respond in kind, returning his kiss.
"Oh, do you practice?" I inquire, pulling away and breathing heavily. He chuckles, "Well, you might consider it," before pulling me in again for a long, intense kiss.
Throughout the long night, we moan and chuckle, lost in the intensity of our kisses. In the heat of the moment, I don't even stop to consider or question his identity.
Pulling away for a brief moment, I slowly unbuckle his pants, my lips grazing over his nipples, eliciting soft moans from him. Fortunately, the guest room is soundproof, ensuring that our passionate noises stay contained within the room, hidden from the outside world.
As I pull off his pants along with his underwear, I gasp in surprise at its length and size. "Massive," I chuckle, impressed by what I see.
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I begin to stroke him slowly while kissing him, gradually moving down to lick and nibble his body until I reach his little but massive guy. As I move to his ears and nibble on them, I whisper, "It's good and salty, just the way I want."
He responds with a smirk, asking, "What do you mean by that?" But I take charge and pin him down, asserting, "No questions asked. I'm the one leading the way, so you should follow it," my eyes filled with possessiveness and lust.
As we continue, the room is filled with sounds of love—physical touches, moans, and chuckles, accompanied by the creaking of the bed.
After we finish, we rest, but I fall asleep without realizing that he kissed my forehead and left the room.