My Steamy Story: Harmony and Darin best friends from the ...

My Story Time:

Okay, so bestie, let me spill the tea. It finally happened. After twenty whole years of Darin and I being ride-or-die, spilling our deepest, darkest secrets, and being the only people who truly got each other… we crossed the line. And OMG, it was iconic AF.

We were at his place, a bottle of wine deep, talking about my failed marriage and his loneliness, the usual. The vibe was just… different. He looked at me, with those kind eyes surrounded by those sexy white whiskers, and was like, “You know, all those stories you told… I never stopped thinking about them.” My heart literally skipped a beat. I leaned in and whispered, “Which one?” and he just crashed his lips onto mine.

His hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes, and I was doing the same, fumbling with his belt. I could feel his dick, already so hard against my thigh, and I was instantly soaked. He buried his face in my neck, groaning, “I need to taste you, Harmony. For real this time.” He yanked my panties down and went down on me like a man possessed. I was literally seeing stars, my fingers tangled in his thinning hair, moaning his name. He knows my body better than anyone ever has, and he wasn’t holding back. It was everything I was scared of and everything I needed, all at once. Period.