I'm a 23-year-old office lady with a boyfriend, and while our sex life is decent, I've been frustrated that he rarely gives me the kind of foreplay I enjoy. One day, I came across a post on an adult forum claiming the guy was skilled with his tongue, and driven by my pent-up frustration, I ended up messaging him. We exchanged several messages, and once I felt I could trust him, I decided to meet. Later, we met in a hotel lounge—he was a slender, slightly thin gentleman in his mid-forties. He flirted throughout our conversation, but strangely, it didn't feel sleazy at all. Then he asked, "So, what do you want to do now?" My lower abdomen was already growing wetter. "Yes..." I whispered softly. I let things unfold naturally, following him to a love hotel. Even though my pussy was still covered by panties, I could feel it steadily getting wetter. Every time his fingers touched and stimulated me, waves of pleasure slowly rose within me. He clearly enjoyed seeing my arousal, saying, "It's okay. Being open about yourself is important," as he continued stimulating me without pause. I tried to hold back, but he teased me, asking, "You're already feeling it, aren't you? Then tell me clearly—where exactly does it feel good?" As if something had snapped, he began verbally dominating me, assaulting my body and mind, making me sensitive to everything. "Ah, please... hurry..." I couldn't take it anymore. "Hurry? What do you want me to do?" He teased again. "Lick my clit!! Make me come!!" At that point, I no longer cared about being embarrassed. The moment his tongue slid over my clit and sucked it, I came instantly—my vagina convulsing with a pleasure I'd never experienced before. After that, I lost count of how many times he made me climax. My real boyfriend will never know this secret. This experience lit a fire in me, and before I knew it, I was craving another man today, too.