Her name was Anna. She hailed from Sunderland, England. She was petite, about 1.6 metres tall, and she was built slim and athletic. I later found out that she had a keen interest in the outdoors and other physical activities. When I met her, she had shoulder length raven black hair, and the most gorgeous pair of sparkling blue eyes I had ever seen at that point in my life.
Anna wasn’t studying at Edinburgh. She was visiting friends at one of the local universities, and the night we met, they were taking her for a night out on the town.
She was dancing with her group of friends when Mike, one of my buddies approached their group and spoke with one of the girls. The girl seemed delighted to see Mike, as they started hugging it out. Mike leaned in to be heard over the pumping bass of the dance music. He must have invited the group of girls to come join us at our standing table. The whole lot of them walked off the dancefloor and towards our group not long after.
And so began the round of introductions. I didn’t bother trying to learn the names of the other chicks. Anna had caught my eye, and she was the only one I wanted to get to know. I positioned myself next to her, did the introduction and lingered. We talked cock a bit about various things, mostly me pretending to be curious about Sunderland and her pretending to be curious about Singapore. She was genuinely curious about me being Asian though, as I was the first Asian non-British male she had met. She commented on the accent local Asian guys tended to carry, which I explained to her was likely a Cantonese accent.
The familiar opening guitar strains of “It’s My Life” came on. I told Anna, “I fucking love this song!” That was a half-truth though – the version being played at that time was a techno-fied version. I preferred the original version, of course. Anna asked me to go to the dancefloor with her, so we went hand in hand and started dancing with each other. She looked like she was having fun, and I loved looking into her sparkling blue eyes, which seemed brighter as she smiled while dancing.
The music shifted to a house number – “Starlight” by the Supermen Lovers. It was an upbeat, happy number and it was clear that Anna liked it as much as, if not more than, I did. We continued dancing, and I progressively closed the physical distance contact between us.
The magic moment, the instance I knew that the gods, deities, and angels of lust were smiling on me, was when the most appropriate song came on.
“Horny” by Mousse T.
Shit. It’s been a long time. With the economy still struggling, I have had to focus more on my day job than my memoirs. Recently, I had a bit of a health scare which reminded me to live each day as if its the last.
So with that, hello everyone, and I am sorry to keep you waiting. The story will now resume. I have a backlog so should be able to update fairly regularly.
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I think many people from my era still remember this song. It has an infectious hook, and a nice upbeat rhythm. Occasionally, I like to play it when I’m fucking someone. I like to time my thrusts with the beats.
I didn’t do anything lame like repeating the word horny into Anna’s ear with the song. The rhythm and tempo of the song though, is very preppy and uplifting, and it was my perfect excuse to grind up close. We danced up close and personal with Anna’s bum grinding against my crotch. I caught a whiff of her hair, which was a mix of cigarette smoke and L’Oreal shampoo. I had both hands at the sides of the hips as we continued grinding and pumping.
We decided to take a break and return to our friends at the table after that. Some of my boys and her girls had disappeared. Mike was still there talking to Lauren, Anna’s friend whom he knew. I asked Mike, and he told me that the other lads were either somewhere on the floor, or making out in some quiet corner. “So you’re paired up with Anna, yeah mate?” Mike asked me. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, and Mike playfully punched me in the ribs. While we were both laughing, Anna had snuck up behind me and wrapped her arms around my tummy. Her head was resting on my left shoulder. “Hey, beautiful,” I said as I leaned to give her a peck on the lips. “Let’s get another drink.” I offered.
We squeezed our way through the crowd to get to the bar, hands clasped tightly together so as to not lose each other. I ordered a Smirnoff ice for her and another pint of lager for myself. We hung around the bar for a bit, not wanting to spill our drinks while fighting the crowd to get back to the table.
It was a bit quieter there, so we chatted a bit. She told me she would be returning to Sunderland in a couple of days. I told her it was a shame, as I would have liked to show her around Edinburgh a bit. She replied that her friends had already taken her around town, but she wouldn’t mind spending some time with me before going back.
“How about tonight?” I ventured. I smiled as confidently as I could as I made her the offer. Anna was the first girl I was trying to pick up since Yifei broke my heart.
Anna coyly smiled and turned away. Suddenly she had turned into a shy little kitten. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in and initiated a deep French kiss. Anna reciprocated, and after about 10 seconds I pulled away and just stared at her eyes. “Gorgeous,” was all I said. Anna brushed a few stray locks of her dark hair away from her eyes and just smiled back at me.
Mike sent me an SMS to tell me that he was leaving with Lauren, and he wished me good luck with Anna. I updated Anna on where Lauren had gone, and told her that she would probably find Lauren back at our hall of residence later.
“Guess I know where I’m going tonight then,” Anna said.
Score. I had to resist the urge to fist pump the air right there and then. I laughed and gave Anna a quick peck on her cheek. We finished our drinks and went back to the dancefloor. The deejay was playing a series of house/techno/R&B and hip hop songs. We were dancing much closer together this time round, with more contact between our bodies.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. It was Jon, one of my fellow hallmates. Jon told me that it was only him and me left from the dorm. He was about to head back, and asked if I wanted to leave with him. I checked that Anna was also ready to leave, and told Jon that we could all return together.
We exited the club and took a minicab back to the halls. Minicabs are like the Grab or Uber of that era. You could not hail them from the street, you could only call to book one. They were much cheaper than the regular cabs. Jon, Anna, and me chatted on the way back. Jon told Anna about his girlfriend who was currently studying elsewhere in Scotland, and how he had wanted to go to the same university but it didn’t offer the course he wanted. So he ended up in Edinburgh.
When we got to the hall, we entered our corridor via a back door, bypassing the main entrance. We were lucky to have that back entrance, as it meant that hook ups could exit without taking the walk of shame. The hall policy did not forbid residents from bringing in guests, but they had to be registered.
Jon wished me goodnight and walked back to his room, which was down the corridor from mine. I greeted Jon back and unlocked my door before pulling Anna in. I pushed the door close and pulled in Anna for another kiss. She giggled and put both her hands around my neck as we engaged in a tongue fight.
Even as I was kissing Anna, I was fervently hoping and praying that she would not discover how inexperienced I was. She wasn’t the first girl I had kissed, I’d had dates in school whom I kissed, but this was way further than I had gone with any girl in Singapore. I didn’t even know what to do with my hands other than repeat what I had been doing in the club.
I broke off from the kiss and started trying to help Anna undress. She didn’t resist and helped me remove her jacket and her top. She took off her skirt by herself and I removed my own T-shirt. Just as Anna approached me for another kiss, I stopped her and told her that this was my first time.
Anna laughed incredulously, and stopped when she realised I was serious. I told her, honestly I really wanted her but I didn’t want to disappoint her.
A sly smile crept onto Anna’s face. Despite her diminutive frame, she seemed to have suddenly gained a few centimetres in height and was looking down on me.
“Then teacher’s gonna give ya a hell of a lesson, boy,” Anna said in a deep, husky voice. I was a little alarmed at that, but it was also such a massive turn on.
Next thing I knew, Anna had unbuckled and pulled down my pants. She had stuck her hand into my boxers and started jerking at my little snake. It took no time before I was hardened into a spear. Anna seemed satisfied that I was not going to be too small. She looked into my eyes as she continued her handjob. She was also kissing my neck and using her free left hand to tweak my nipples.
KNN, that was the first time I realise my own nipples got feeling one… I thought only girls nipples can play one.
I was gasping and panting, as a multitude of familiar yet strange sensations racked my body. So this was what it was like to have someone jerk me off. Definitely better than DIY.
I raised my left hand tentatively towards Anna’s right boob. Anna released my spear and slapped my hand away. “Not yet,” she growled at me.
Yikes. What had I gotten myself into?
Anna’s handjob picked up speed, and I could the buildup towards my orgasm. It was so intense I could only go “ugh.. ahh.. I’m..” But Anna knew what it meant.
She stopped all her actions at once.
I had been blue balled.
I looked at Anna horrified that she had left me unfulfilled at this crucial stage. My heart was beating rapidly and I could feel the tension in my balls.
Anna began to speak, “Before we go any further, I need you to remember this feeling forever. Never leave your partner hanging. It’s not nice, is it?” I could only nod weakly. “Promise me you’ve got it, darling?” Anna asked. I nodded again and weakly muttered yes.
Anna smiled and and knelt down in front of me. She pulled off my boxers entirely, and undid her bra. Her boobs were quite big for her frame, maybe a C or D even. She dripped some saliva onto my dick, before sandwiching it between her ample assets.
At that moment, I felt like the luckiest man on earth. I was getting my first ever boob job from a black haired goddess with sexy sapphire eyes. My dick felt like a traffic obstruction had just been cleared, and the flow of blood and semen was approaching their exit.
On her next downstroke of her boobs on my dick, Anna swallowed up my dick head. I felt her tongue on the glans of my dickhead, and that was it. She opened the floodgates. And it was seriously a flood. I could feel it. I came so hard and so much that it was almost like I was peeing.
And Anna was drinking it all up. I did not see any semen drip out of her mouth. Her lips remained locked around my member, and I could hear swallowing sounds. “Aaaaaahhhhh…” she moaned as she finally released my snake from the grip of her lips. “I think you can go again, but first…”
Anna stood up and pulled me to my own bed. She lay down and pulled me to lie down beside her. She asked me to listen very carefully, and put my left hand on her right boob. She told me to massage her boob gently. The larger the boob, the more pressure it puts on a girl’s body. So I had to be gentle. She showed me the different parts of her boobs and what I could do with them to heighten my partner’s pleasure.
Anna commended me for at least being able to kiss decently. She nevertheless gave me a tutorial on how to initiate a kiss, and more importantly, how to make it last. Girls liked kissing, according to her, because it was romantic. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t genuine romance, it mattered that men made the effort. She also taught me that the neck, behind the ears, the earlobes, the chin, were all possible erogeneous zones. I was to at least try exploring these areas with my hands and/or mouth the first time I went with any girl to see which ones had the most effect.
Teacher Anna spent about an hour teaching me other aspects of foreplay. How to run my fingers through the hair, and down the back. How holding hands, or the right amount of gentle pressure on the small of her back while kissing can magnify the romance effect. She was gentle the whole time, and very nurturing.
She told me never to rush, and to always take my time with foreplay. Every fucking session must have a beginning and a middle which builds up to an explosive climax. Or multiple explosive climaxes, preferably.
Anna then gave me a basic lesson on female anatomy, and showed me how to find and expose the clitoris. Then she guided my fingers for a practical lesson. She showed me how to multitask, with one finger working the clit while the rest stimulated the other parts of the pussy.
I was amazed she was doing this while her own orgasm was building. In this time, my little dragon was getting ever more rigid and firm as well. Anna was trying to concentrate on guiding my right hand to masturbate her moistening pussy. She had noticed my growing member and her right hand was now working its way up and down along my shaft.
“Fuck it, the rest of this lesson can wait,” she said as she suddenly got up. Then, she literally started to fuck it. It, in this case, was my eager member. She pushed me down onto my back and slid herself onto dicky. Using her palms on my chest to balance herself, Anna rode me like the rodeo cowgirl I will always remember her to be.
“Oohh.. uhhh… yes….” Anna moaned as she worked my dick. I was starstruck. I was literally lying down like a starfish, my limbs outsretched on the bed as I struggled to catch my breath as waves of pleasure rolled all over my body. Every nerve ending was in ecstasy as this English warrior woman rocked her nubile toned body on my little dragon.
At that moment, she was St George, and I was about to become the slain dragon.
As Anna rode my member, I could feel that my refractory period was over. My snake had recharged its venom and was poised to strike.
That was when it hit me. I was not wearing a condom! Visions of dying from HIV infection flooded my mind. But at the same time, the actual reality of my dick being pleasured by Xena: Warrior Princess’ disciple combated my apocalyptic vision. Anna was alternating between grinding me and squat fucking me.
I was in heaven, and I wondered if I was going to hell after this. In the end, the pleasure won out.
The pleasure always wins.
I moved my hands to grab Anna’s waist. “I… I think I’m close….” I stammered, overcome by pleasure. Anna just looked at me with a sly smile. “Hang on a sec,” she said.
She stood up, releasing my dragon from captivity in her cave. Before I could process what was happening, she had turned around and sat back down on it. She then leaned back, and resumed the squat fucking.
‘Holy mother of God. What is this feeling?’ I remember thinking. I knew it to be the reverse cowgirl from all the porn I had watched, but I had never imagined what it felt like.
Anna began to moan louder as she worked me from that position. She was rapidly increasing her pace of hopping on my member, and I could feel her walls tightening up.
My snake was being suffocated and loving it. I noticed that I was involuntarily jerking my pelvis upwards every time I saw Anna bobbing downwards. Without even trying, I was matching her tempo. I began to breathe heavier and heavier. I tried to warn Anna that I was at the edge of the abyss.
Not that she would have heard me. Anna knew what she was doing and her moans were also getting more urgent. She stopped moving suddenly, and I could see her whole body tensed up. Her legs, body, and head formed a C as she reached her big O.
That was also when my chicken had been choked to breaking point. I came so hard that my own butt was suspended in mid-air as I was thrusting upwards. I was frozen in that moment of pleasure.
We were both momentarily frozen in that position. Finally, with a whump sound, my butt made contact with my bed again, and Anna groaned a bit as the death throes of my dragon in her cave elicited a reaction.
With a heave, she got off my dick, and collapsed next to me. She turned to lie down facing me and draped her right leg across me.
bloody kovan-19 situation prevented me from updating in the last few weeks.
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What I wouldn’t do to relive my days as a booster pillow for Anna again. She told me not to worry about pregnancy as she was on the pill. It was also a safe day, in any case.
Anna assured me she was clean, and that it had actually been a few months since her last fuck. She had been involved in a long distance relationship with a German guy she met during an exchange programme in school. The weekend before, they had broken up over the phone because he accused her of cheating on him when she didn’t answer his phone calls.
Seeing as how Anna had just finished dominating me, I wondered if she had in fact been unfaithful. Anna read my mind, and told me that she didn’t bother justifying herself to the German, so she was definitely not going to do so for a cherry boy.
Cherry boy. I felt dissed but at the same time, I knew I deserved it. Wanting to shift the conversation topic, I asked Anna when she lost her virginity. Her lips curled into that mischievous smile I will never forget, and she told me that she was around 16, and it was with a schoolmate who was on the boys’ hockey team (she was on the girls’ team). They had flirted for a while, and at a house party, they had hooked up. He was her first, but she was not his first. She suddenly perked up and told me that of all the guys she had in that time, I was a) her first virgin, and b) her most attentive hookup.
As Anna regaled me with tales of her teenage sex life, I wondered where I went wrong in Singapore. I had one girl who broke my heart, and a few heavy petting sessions which always ended with “maybe next time?”
Then again, even if I had missed out during my teenage years, I had just had a fantastic first sexual experience. I sheepishly told Anna about my own schooling days. I had focused on my studies as I believed it would lead to a better life for me and my family. I also had limited experiences with girls, but I always tried to be gentlemanly.
Anna laughed quite hard at the gentlemanly remark. I was a little miffed and asked her what was so funny. She took a while to calm down. When she did, she explained to me that all the guys she had been with had believed that they were perfect gentlemen who took care of her needs as she had theirs.
But in reality, every single one of them had pumped and dumped, and had engaged in very little foreplay. They would suck her tits, and finger her pussy, but before long, they would shove her head down for a blowjob, before proceeding to the main event. Not a single one of these gentlemen had gotten her to orgasm.
Not until the German.
Anna said that she had herself been surprised that it was the German who paid the most attention to her needs in bed. She too had bought into the stereotype of Germans as boring, procedural folks who had a stick permanently lodged up their arse.
The way she described it, the German was well versed in the bedroom arts. Their first time together was two weeks after meeting in Koln, where Anna had gone on exchange when she was 18. The German had taken some time to romance her, taking her on long walks along the Rhine, and showing her new angles from which to view the grand cathedral. He had taken her to at least one sunset and one sunrise, before he invited her to dinner and drinks.
That night, she told me, was the first time she truly learnt to enjoy her body and the companionship of another man. She had this vague sense of unfulfilment from her previous encounters, but she did not realise what she was missing out on until the German gave her the pleasure she had not felt before.
She seemed to know what I was going to ask, and told me that the German had a brother who was older by several years, and had taken the trouble to educate him properly as a teen to take care of women.
It was thus a pity that the German never learnt to be secure. Ever since the exchange ended, they had kept in touch via weekly phone calls, sometimes more frequent. He had visited Anna in Sunderland a couple of times and had met her parents. However, what he really wanted was for Anna to move to Koln permanently and be with him. He felt that she owed him that since he had taken care of her in the physical aspects and had demonstrated that he truly loved her.
Anna said that she felt a bit demeaned when the German told her how he felt. Why did she have to owe him anything, when sex should be a two way street? That began the destructive cycle which led to him accusing her of cheating, when in reality he was just unable to understand that she was her own person, and did not need him to survive.
I was speechless – but not because I agreed with Anna. Rather, I could not offer an intelligent reply. I tried telling Anna something like I had my own heartbreak so I knew what that felt like. However, she was clearly wiser in the ways of the world, and I could not pretend to understand either her or the German in this case.
Anna stared at me like a school teacher looking at a silly schoolboy. She kissed me tenderly on the cheek and suggested that we sleep now and think about stuff later. I turned to lie on my side and face her. I kissed her on the lips and told her that she was beautiful, and I thanked the heavens that she was my guide out of virginity. She playfully slapped me on the arm, and stroked my hair as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. I pulled up the blanket that had fallen off the bed during the throes of our passion, and put it over both our bodies before dozing off thinking just how lucky I was.
I had no idea.
I slept well that night, though I had a dream of Yifei. We were both studying for our A levels at the school canteen. Then, the scenery changed to a McDonald’s restaurant – the King Albert Park branch. We used to hang out there after school or study sessions.
I have often fantasised about banging Yifei in the toilet of that McDonald’s.
That didn’t happen in this dream though. Quite the opposite. It was Yifei telling me again and again why we could not be together. Even in dreamland, those words had the power to crush my spirit and bring me down to my knees in despair.
I woke with a start, and realised that my eyes were wet. Fuck. The dream was so vivid that I had actually cried in my sleep. I forgot momentarily where I was. It was only when I realised that Anna was still snuggled against me in the bed that I was comforted with the knowledge that rather than sadness, I should be filled with joy. The pocket rocket with the jet black hair and the fantastic rack was still in my bed. And she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave.
I decided not to wake Anna. I smelled her hair, and held her gently, reassuring myself that life was good. I knew that what I had with Anna would not be long term, but she had already given me so much, I would be fool to ask for more.
So imagine my surprise when I felt her taking a hold of my spear and tickling my balls at the same time. She was just rousing from her sleep, but unlike me, she was clear about where she was and who she was with.
For one thing, she did not start speaking in German. Instead, she groggily asked me for the time. I looked over to my bedside radio clock and told her it was about 8.15 am. She moaned ‘hmmm’ and continued her handjob.
I was gobsmacked, and didn’t know what to do. I furtively ran my left hand down her back from the shoulder to the base of her spine. I also kissed her forehead, and shifted my body slightly in order to make space to move my right arm so I could tickle her boobs and play with them.
There was that smile again. It looked even sexier when Anna’s eyes were still closed. Her bed hair was scattered loosely across her face, and as I continued with kisses of her forehead and nose, I also nuzzled against her to move the fringe away. Then I moved in for a French kiss, which she readily welcomed.
You can tell a lot about a person from the way they French. A lot of KTV gals are aggressive, but there’s usually no feeling when you French them. It’s because for them, it’s just something that most clients expect. They have no real feeling towards you, and whatever personality you think a hostess has during a session, it’s clearly an act. The aggressiveness is to cover for the lack of emotion.
Anna though, exuded naughtiness in her tongue arts. Teasing, attacking and withdrawing, playing hard to get, was all part of her tongue game. And it was a reflection of who Anna was. She was a playful young woman, one who was just beginning to find her place in the world.
She enjoyed being in charge. And I enjoyed being her willing subject. How could I not? For the third time in the last 24 hours, Anna was pleasuring me with her body, and giving me free rein to explore hers. I kissed her cheeks softly, before taking a soft bite just for fun. I nibbled on the tip of her nose, and licked her neck. And she was letting me hear her responses to each action to gauge what was working and what wasn’t.
Just as I was about to begin fingering her, Anna stopped me. She said it was time for the next lesson. She moved her head down to my waist and hip area, and moved her own nether regions upwards towards my face.
This was it. The myth, the legend. 69. I said a silent prayer of thanks for yet another experience to widen my horizons.
Anna gave me simple instructions. Everything she taught me to do with my fingers the night before, I was to apply using my tongue and other parts of my mouth instead. She told me I could also be flexible about when and how to use my hands and fingers. The purpose was to please her, as she would be pleasing me.
Suddenly I felt my dragon flooded by warmth. It had entered a hitherto unexplored cave. Another snake was hugging and kissing my dragon, and it was loving every moment. Occasionally, my dragon would be released into the open while the other snake explored and kissed various parts along my dragon’s trunk.
It was wet, it was slobbery, it was paradise.
Not wanting to be left behind, my own oral snake began its assault. Having learnt some valuable lessons the night before, I opted for a slow, deliberate assault. I did a minesweeping operation around the cave entrance before launching a deep probe to assess the threat firsthand.
Satisfied with the safety conditions, I began the hunt for the treasured bud. I was quite certain of the location but I also knew now that some persuasion would be required. Therefore, I persisted with more minesweeping and safety thrusts into the cave with my mouth, and lathering the entire area with my saliva.
I tried to meet the challenge Anna was throwing me by meeting her tempo, and reciprocating each wave of pleasure she sent my dragon with my own assault. As you might expect, she was scoring more points than me. I needed to find a way to up my game.
Therefore it was time to bring my digits into the game. I decided that my mouth would focus on the external challenge, while my fingers would be responsible for internal security. I started sucking on the folds of Anna’s pussy, trying to coax the hood to pull back and reveal its hidden bounty. At the same time, I sent one finger into her cave and conduct a rolling attack.
I hadn’t found her clitoris, but I knew I had found her G-spot when I felt her shudder as she continued sucking my dick. I continued a single finger assault on the same spot, and felt the moisture building in her cave.
Then, I slipped in a second finger to join her first, and redoubled my assault on the G-spot. My tongue had found the fold, and was now using the tip to push it back to reveal the magic nerve. I rolled my tongue round the spot, making contact with the clit. I heard Anna trying to muffle her moan by chomping down on dragon.
I sensed I had the advantage, and I decided to go for glory.
The assault on the G-spot continued, as did the tongue attack on the clitoris. With my free left arm, I was pinning Anna down onto me, ensuring she would not be able to wiggle her way out. I was winning, and I knew it. Anna had now released my dick from her mouth, and was working her hand up and down while she moaned and groaned with pleasure.
“Fucking hell, yes… God, you learn fast..” she whimpered. “Keep going, luv…Oooh… don’t stop… Don’t.. ahhh!”
The sounds of pleasure Anna was making was all the encouragement I needed to keep going. I released her clit momentarily and licked the opening to her pussy. I also withdrew my fingers from her love hole and redirected them to her clit. The sudden change in tempo caught Anna by surprise, but she was still loving it. Her mouth was frozen in an open O, a wordless gasp escaping her lips.
Just as quickly, I switched back to fingers in the hole and tongue on clit, and rapidly attacked both spots. My fingers felt her pussy walls tensing up, before a flood of lubricants flooded the area. To stop herself from crying out, Anna had resumed her oral attack of my shaft. She was sucking and licking furiously and she had my balls in one hand, gently squeezing and tickling them.
Anna stopped moving for awhile, before suddenly intensifying her blowjob. She was focused on the glans by the dickhead, the same weak spot where she got me the night before.
I was already quite aroused by her orgasm, so when she attacked my dick like that, I was happy to throw in the towel. I released all my soldiers into her mouth yet again. This time, I could clearly see Anna swallowing my load.
There was a soft ‘pop’ when Anna finally released my dragon from her upper cave. She let out a slight “aahhh” as she lifted her head and sat up. She turned to look at me and said, “Thanks for breakfast. Did you enjoy your meal?”
I told her it was perfect, and so was she. She stroked my chest before lying down next to me. I held her close, and didn’t say anything.
After cuddling for awhile, I suggested that we shower. There was a common shower area on the floor, but it had one private cubicle with a door. Anna agreed, so I grabbed a couple of towels, and threw her one. Then I furtively opened the door to check that the coast was clear, before we went into the showers.
No one was inside, so we quickly showered and cleaned up before heading back to my room to dry off and get dressed.
I checked my phone, and saw that I had messages from Mike. Mike said that he and Lauren were actually outside my door during that morning’s session. Having ascertained that Anna was in good hands, they had gone off to get breakfast. I suggested to Anna that we join them, and off we went.
I consider Yifei to be the first time I experienced true love. But without a doubt, Anna was the first person to introduce me to sex, and the pleasures of the flesh. I will never forget her three day crash course for beginners in sex.
That morning, after breakfast, I went with Anna to Lauren’s flat. Lauren hadn’t been lucky enough to get a room in the halls, but she had managed to find a flat and people to share the rent with. Anna packed the bag she had come to Edinburgh with, and kissed Lauren goodbye. Lauren looked at me mischievously, and asked me to make sure Anna stayed safe. I promised to do my best, and we returned to my room to drop off Anna’s bag.
The plan had been to drop off Anna’s bag before taking a walk in the city centre. However, teacher Anna decided that I needed supplementary lessons.
For the next two days and nights, if we weren’t eating or drinking or clubbing somewhere, Anna and I were fucking. We fucked standing, we fucked sitting, we fucked squatting, we fucked planking. We fucked on the floor, on the table, on the bed, against the wall, against the window, in the shower, even in the corridor on the last morning while everyone was in class. It was a miracle we didn’t get caught by the cleaning ladies in the corridor.
Anna never lost an opportunity to teach me more about how to pleasure a woman. I think she learnt a thing or two about herself as well as she experimented with me.
At first I thought I was lucky that she was my first sexual experience. By the time I kissed her goodbye and saw her off at Edinburgh Waverley, she was also my third, fourth, fifth, all the way to maybe fifteenth or twentieth sexual experience. I lost count after we did the standing doggy against the window in my room. I can still remember the way my hands were cupping her boobs while her right hand pulled me in for a deep French kiss as we fucked.
My mentor, my nymph, my muse. You will always have a special place on my dick, if not my heart.