I still remember the first time I heard about a guilty pleasure. My 19-year-old self was just sitting in class when a boy walked in and sat right behind me. As I was attempting to seem cool in front of my crush Tolu, he began to speak to his friends about guilty pleasures.
I couldn’t resist knowing what he had to say, especially since I did not understand what a guilty pleasure was–but that all changed once I caught on to the meaning behind the word.
It turned out that Tolu likes to be dominated in bed. I couldn’t help but smile. It got to my turn in the conversation and I confessed my guilty pleasure was to dominate my man in bed.
Tolu and I got talking, from talking to dating, we got to know each other.
We decided it was time to let the guilty pleasure out. At his place, he fed me a pie and red wine which we both love so much. I closed my eyes, expecting the familiar taste of the red wine. Instead, a zingy raspberry puree teased my tongue. My taste buds came alive, and I felt my pulse surge. “That’s fantastic,” I said, opening my eyes.
Just for Tolu’s benefit, I relished the lingering flavor and took my time, licking every drop of raspberry off my lips.
“Good! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Would you like more?” He asked as he leaned closer to me. I felt an electric heat searing between us.
“I’d love it,” I replied.
I closed my eyes and waited. My body tingled with excitement as Tolu’s lips tenderly covered mine. His muscular arms encircled my waist, and he pulled me to his chest. I did his muscular back and down to his tight pants. He moaned as I squeezed his buttocks and then pulled his hips toward mine. A welcome hardness jutted against my belly.
My ever-ready Tolu brought out a pack of fiesta condoms. From sipping some red wine to eating pie, to talking, he gave me my guilty pleasure. It shows how desire comes and goes–that sex isn’t just a race to the end. Fiesta condoms allow you time to be intimate with each other.
As the night wore on, one pack of fiesta condoms turned into two, and the dream became a goal. He crept his hands under my back and lifts my chest to his mouth as if I am a platter to be savored. F**k me,” I kept whispering, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness after the third pack of fiesta condoms.
With the different variants of colors, textures, shapes, flavors, thickness, and sizes, I enjoyed a different, exciting, and pleasurable experience every time we had sex.
A quivering guilty pleasure; a tasteful experience, and I climaxed!
I hope that you can relax and read interesting articles, have many magnificent moments, and share even greater guilty pleasures just like myself and Tolu.
Get some fiesta condoms today and fulfill that guilty pleasure of yours, you know you want to.