So here’s another confession, the timeline of this is somewhere between my first confession and all the drama that came later.
(For better understanding go through all my earlier confessions).
A few days after I told him about my feelings and basically proposed to him, we went on our first date. It was this cute cafe with cabin-type seating, you know, where you get a little privacy and don’t feel like the whole world is watching you.
We sat there talking, ordered food, laughed a lot, and honestly everything was going pretty well. Then for the first time he held my hand. My heart was literally doing somersaults at that point, excitement and nervousness bubbling inside me.
After a while he looked at me and asked, “Can I kiss you?”
And obviously I said yes.
So this man leaned in, gave me the softest little kiss on the cheek…
And that was it.
ended.
THAT WAS IT.
Then we finished our food, walked out, and he dropped me home like the most decent and respectful guy on the planet.
Meanwhile, I had planned so much for it. It was my first date in life. I had thought about the outfit, the makeup, a whole movie was running in my mind. And this guy gave me one cheek kiss (with permission btw ðŸ˜) and sent me home.
I was genuinely pissed, feeling frustrated and disappointed after building up so many expectations.
Next day I scolded him a lot. Like bro, how are you this shy? Who gets this shy? Does anything even happen with you or not? Poor guy got a full lecture from me.
I was so annoyed that I didn’t even talk to him properly for almost 2 days.
Eventually things became normal again and we moved on, but whenever I think about it now, it makes me laugh.
There I was expecting some grand romantic first-date moment, and this man was behaving like a Victorian-era gentleman who needed written approval for everything.
And weirdly enough, I think that’s one of the reasons I liked him so much.
A few days later, he planned another date. I think around 10–15 days after the first one.
And obviously we went back to the same cafe. Because those cabin-type sections gave us a little privacy.
(For context, the seating wasn’t chairs; it was more like sofas facing each other, and since we usually went in the afternoon, it wasn’t very crowded either.)
So we’re sitting there, talking, ordering food, doing our usual thing.
Now I don’t know where this man’s personality disappeared and a completely different version of him showed up from, but I swear he was not the same guy from the first date. The sudden shift made my pulse race with surprise and growing heat.
He suddenly started kissing me like a savage, he literally chewed my lips, the intensity sending sparks through my body. He was touching me everywhere, pressed my boobs so hard, bit them like marking his territory, the mix of pain and pleasure making me gasp and moan softly. Then again kissing and then started swirling his fingers on my nipples (now this thing turns me on like anything, I was dripping literally), waves of arousal flooding me as my body responded eagerly.
Then I couldn’t control myself and things escalated. I went down, put his dick in my mouth like some obedient bitch and sucked it so passionately🫣, lost in the heat and desire to please him completely.
Then I lowered my pants and sat on his lap and then we fucked so well. He lasted quite a while there, thrusting deep while I tried to stay as quiet as possible. I don’t think anyone saw us — the cabin gave enough cover and the cafe was not crowded — but the thrill that someone might walk by any second made everything even more intense. He hadn’t brought any condoms, so he ended up cumming inside me. Towards the end it got pretty messy, with his cum dripping down my thighs as I tried to clean up quickly. It was crazy from first to this one how things changed 😂.
Our food was just sitting there, watching us the whole time.” ðŸ˜
The same person who had asked “Can I kiss you?” and then politely placed one tiny kiss on the cheek was suddenly acting like he had spent the last two weeks making up for lost opportunities.
At one point I was literally thinking, “Excuse me, who are you and what have you done with the shy guy I met last time?”
Because this was NOT the man I had given a lecture to about being too shy.
Maybe he was taking revenge for all the roasting I did after our first date. Maybe my complaints were taken a little too seriously. I still don’t know.
But I remember sitting there thinking, “Okay, so THIS version existed too? Interesting.”
One date felt like a Victorian courtship.
The next one felt like he had finally remembered I was his girlfriend.