Memoir Excerpt: Wrestling Matches

Our wrestling matches had become way more physical.

And I know wrestling is physical by default.

But Seunghoon and I made them more than they should have been. The grabbing lasted longer than it needed to, hands sliding under t-shirts, fingers digging into skin. Unnecessarily long for a casual match.

I could feel his bulge against my thigh. He'd rub up on me, stay pressed there while I barely tried to get away.

I have no doubt a wrestling match would've turned into our first time if we weren't always getting interrupted.

One time we were at the park, in a spot almost like a small forest.

Wrestling behind some trees.

Seunghoon was holding me down hard, his weight pinning me. His face was right in mine. He was smiling. Had that rude smile on.

I could feel he was hard, thick through his shorts. I was getting hard too. I arched my back and pushed my ass down into his grip. He grabbed tighter, his fingers pressing into my hipbone.

I kissed him and slid my hand into his tracksuit. He was already dripping pre-cum, hot and slick on my fingers.

Then he pushed me harder against the ground, kept kissing me, rubbing against my hand.

That's when we heard leaves rustling nearby.

We froze. Hoped it was just the wind. My heart was pounding. He was out of breath too. Then we heard voices. A family coming for a picnic.

Seunghoon rolled his eyes. We sat apart. Horny. Pissed. We just exchanged disappointed looks.

Memoir Excerpt:Worst Timing Ever

Worst timing imaginable. We were fucking in our yard. Thank god for those high walls giving us privacy. Right as Seunghoon was about to cum inside me, the food delivery guy shows up. Of course we couldn't stop, so Seunghoon screams "coming!" which could've meant either "wait for me" or "I'm literally cumming right now."

Then he actually does cum * the attempt to be quiet a total failure. Afterward, he pats my butt and tells me to go get the food. He's still out of breath, which is funny because usually he's the one who handles deliveries. I complain, I'm literally still dripping ... but he just shoves my shorts in my hands.

The delivery guy yells "it's okay, don't rush, I'm waiting!" and I'm wondering if he figured out what we were doing. Probably, given how loud Seunghoon was.

So I had to open the yard door wearing my shorts backwards, hair a mess, sweaty and embarrassed. When I come back, Seunghoon's laughing his ass off because he noticed I put my shorts on wrong (back in the front).

I love my man to the moon and back, but he does weird shit like this to me and then makes fun of me on top of it.

Memoir Excerpt: Remote Control

We were on holiday with Seunghoon, playing a board game I couldn't quite follow. Naturally, I lost, which meant he got to use our new toy on me, in public -a tiny sleek silicone butt plug with a remote control. We'd never tried anything like it before, and my body buzzed with anticipation as he worked it into me, the cool silicone warming quickly against my heat. The way it pressed against my prostate sent little sparks through me even before it was turned on.

The first time he activated it was in a crowded bookstore, surrounded by the scent of paper and ink and the murmur of dozens of shoppers. I was browsing some poetry collection when suddenly the plug came to life-a deep, rumbly vibration that radiated through my entire pelvis.

My knees went weak as pleasure shot through me, and I was hard within seconds, my dick straining against my jeans. I had to grab a shelf for support, knuckles white as I pretended to be absorbed in the books. Seunghoon watched me from across the aisle with that knowing smile of his before easing off, probably because people were starting to notice my strange behavior.

The taxi ride was exquisite torture. As soon as we settled into the back seat, his thumb found the remote. This time he didn't just pulse it-he kept the vibrations steady, then gradually increased the intensity until I was seeing stars. I watched in horrified fascination as precum started soaking through the light-colored fabric of my trousers, leaving a dark, spreading stain that was impossible to hide. Every bump in the road sent new jolts of pleasure through me as the plug shifted inside. I tried to subtly reach back to remove it, but Seunghoon caught my eye and gave a slight shake of his head. The bet was the bet. All the while, he maintained casual conversation with the driver about local attractions while I was quietly dying next to him.

By the time we got back to our hotel room, I was desperate. Every nerve ending was on fire, my body humming with need. I practically begged him to fuck me right there against the door, but he just smiled that infuriatingly patient smile of his. "Shower first," he said, locking the bathroom door behind him. He'd forbidden me from touching myself, so I stood there, rock-hard and dripping, listening to the water run for what felt like an eternity.

When he finally emerged, steam trailing behind him, he took his sweet time approaching me. The anticipation was almost painful. When he finally entered me, the plug still inside, the sensation was overwhelming. The dual pressure had me crying out with pleasure as my body clenched around him. I came almost immediately -harder than I ever had before-but he didn't stop. He kept moving, hitting that perfect spot again and again until I was shaking through a second orgasm, then a third. It was one of the most intense experiences of my life, every sensation amplified by the toy still buried deep inside me.

Memoir Excerpt: First Prostate Orgasm

The first time my prostate exploded was years ago. I was at my boyfriend's place in his bed, watching some horror movie. Then we started making out, which of course led to sex like it always does.

Been taking dick since I was sixteen, born to be on my stomach, legs spread. He was fucking me really hard, half on my side. Just spit, no lube. I was already an experienced bottom. A total 100% bottom born for it. I always enjoyed it so much, but that day something new unlocked.

The wind outside was going insane! Trees thrashing against the window like they were trying to break in. Every time he slammed into me, the whole goddamn world shook. He had me on my side, one leg hiked up, just pounding away. No rhythm, just raw fucking. Felt really good.

I kept rocking back and forth, his body against me, his dick in me, his hands around me, his lips on my neck and suddenly my dick just erupted. This endless liquid gushed out, without me even touching it. Didn't know if it was prostate fluid or piss or both, but it kept pouring out of me, soaking the sheets until the bed was totally drenched underneath us.

As he fucked me faster from the side, I suddenly felt these pleasure waves spreading from inside through my whole body. My eyes rolled back, my body shaking in pleasure, drooling. I could still feel his dick fucking me but I wasn't moving, just laying there engulfed in this never-ending pleasure while my body shook in waves.

My brain just ... stopped. Empty. White noise.

He didn't stop ... thank God because I couldn't have formed words if I tried. Just kept fucking my hole while I was lost somewhere between his sheets and outer space.

Now? I can make it happen every time. Scary- looking thing, I guess. Body convulsing, eyes rolled back, drooling while some guy's dick is pounding me.

But it's like dying and going to heaven at the same time. And I'm addicted.