Yes, please. Just Like That.

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A memory of unexpected chemistry, shared curiosity, and a night that still lingers

It started with a message.

“Hey, not sure if this is a weird ask… but my mate and I were talking, and… well, we both think you’re incredible. If you’re ever up for something fun, together, we’d be very respectful.”

Respectful.

That’s what got my attention. No bravado. No assumptions. Just two open-hearted men with a spark of curiosity—and the courage to name it.

When they arrived, it wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t need to be.

I met them barefoot, hair down, soft cotton brushing my thighs. They smelled like clean skin and nervous excitement. We shared a drink. Talked about boundaries. I watched the way they looked at each other, and then at me—shy and bold, all at once.

“You’re both very interesting,” I said with a smile. “And very brave.”

One of them laughed. “We just didn’t want to miss out while you were in town.”

That’s when I knew we were going to have fun. There’s something wildly tender about being touched by people who are there for the experience, not the performance.

They undressed me slowly, like they didn’t want to miss a second. No rush. No fumbling. Just quiet awe, warm hands, and a shared grin that made me feel like the centre of their secret.

“Touch me like you want to be touched,” I murmured.

And they did.

Every move was a conversation. Every breath, a question answered. I felt them listen. Adjust. Tune into me—and each other.

There were no roles to play. No one in charge. Just a rhythm that built naturally, full of laughter, trust, and heat. I guided them with the tilt of my hips, the way I gasped, the words I whispered when something felt just right.

At one point, one of them paused and asked, “Is this okay?”

I looked up and smiled, flushed and breathless. “More than okay.”

Because it was.

It wasn’t about doing something wild—it was about feeling seen. Touched in a way that had nothing to prove. Held in a space where giving felt just as good as receiving.

And for a moment, somewhere between laughter and goosebumps, I felt everything drop away—except the warmth of skin, breath, and the kind of pleasure that asks for nothing and gives everything.

Later, we lay tangled on the sheets, skin warm and hearts still racing.

I kissed each of them on the forehead. “Thank you.”

They looked at me like I’d just given them something sacred. But really? We’d given it to each other.

Tender. Wild. Equal. Electric.

And completely unforgettable.

With love and giggles,

xxx

Victoria

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