08/08/2026
He said he liked to fork deep and hard, but I thought he was one of those with all talk, and so I could get away with teasing him.
He described me as an exotic work of art, that he felt being s*xual with me would break me in two. He called me Porcelain.
He enjoyed watching me in my bubble. It seemed to be one of his favourite things apart from holding my legs when I sat next to him.
He was not quick to engage me s*xually, and so I thought he preferred a non s*xual relationship, then I accepted it, and began to have too much fun with teasing him.
Oh I am certainly not doing away with my sensuality. It is a gift, and consumption is not always on the menu.
His family threw a party to celebrate his achievements and he invited me.
I was quick to tell him I was not ready to meet his family, but he reminded me that I owed him a favour and he was cashing it out.
I sighed. On one condition, Ugochukwu. Don’t ask me to marry you, in front of your family, or anywhere, on that day.
“Chioma, you are impossible!”
No. I am porcelain. I laughed and walked away.
That evening was fun, and his family were elated to meet me. They seemed to have had concerns over his scarce association with the opposite s*x, so everyone carried me like fine China that evening. He noticed when my social battery had run out from all the attention, so he told everyone I had a headache and he needed to take me to get some sleep. We excused ourselves, said good evening to everyone and went to his room.
I took my shoes off and when I brought my head back up, just before I could be my true self and start saying everything, he kissed me, amd ww slowly made it to his bed. I did not want to ruin the moment by expressing my shock, so I let him gently take my clothes off. He stripped me down to my underwear. I did not wear a bra under my dress.
He placed his forehead on mine and asked if I was okay? I whispered back, yes. “Are you sure?” I said yes again.
He started kissing me again. This time, his fingers traced my thighs and reached my flower. He slid his finger in from the side. He felt me and said how are you already so wet? I said because I want you, baby. With that, he lay me down and took off his belt and dropped his pants. He stood there naked and I just loved looking at him. He climed back in bed with me, spread my legs and this time, it was his turn to tease me. He rubbed his cap on my dripping flower. Every time I thought he was going to pe*****te, he brought it back to my c**t.
He eventually slid himself in me and I let out a soft moan. Before I could finish enjoying the ecstacy of having him inside me, he hit it. Hard, and deep, but slowly.
A scream escaped my vocal cords and he used a kiss to muffle it, while still doing his thing. I was grabbing everything for dear life. The sheets, his neck.
He gave me a break and then put his arm under my waist and had me in a slightly suspended position. This time, he went faster, and I sunk my nails in his skin. That was not intentional, but he did not flinch. He wanted us to finish together but I could not risk it. I pushed him away, and he sprayed his seed on the sheets. He fell asleep while we cuddled and I saw the marks my nails left on him.
I felt bad for him, but he just made jokes about it when he woke up and went to shower.
He simply said “porcelain marked me, but it is okay, because I like belonging to her”.