It’s the second time we’ve slept together, the first was at mine. The first time felt like he wanted to get it over with, which is fine I guess if you haven’t gotten laid in a while. He was fun and energetic and didn’t make me cum. He’s cute and I like him so we’ll brush past the rest. My lasting memory of that night isn’t his dick or how he roughly rubbed my pussy but me returning to the room and him laying posed on the bed with boxers on. It was quite a thing.

This time I’m going back to his, always one of my kinks to see how a guy lives and what his place says about him. I have seen many tips and hovels and only a handful of very stylish places. We trip out of the tube and he asks if I want to go to the pub before. I realise he’s nervous.

He confesses this is the first time he’s brought someone back to his room. He rents with 3 others and I already have anxiety about how the bathroom might work or how far it is from his room. But I swallow it all with a lime and soda.

Back at his, the room is nice, tidy and fresh. Sweet set up with a couch and double bed as well. Not too many signs of a personality and the vibe is Mrs Hinch- grey. But we move past that. I’m a little awkward, he’s a little awkward but soon we are dancing to the same tune and kneel on the bed facing each other playing. He’s hard as a rock which is always a turn-on, and my knickers are wet through. He roughly pulls aside my knickers and touches me there and kisses my neck and we enter into some kind of weird Chelsea sloane ranger role play. We talk in plummy British accents and it’s a lot of fun. He soon has a few fingers inside me and my mouth can’t say the words to tell him how to make me cum. I’m trying to be all prim and proper like someone who’s never had sex and definitely doesn’t write a sex blog. Maybe it’s easier to have sex in this way for him. Soon he’s on top plunging into me, we are both naked and I’m so close to cumming I could die.

Until the door opens and someone comes in.

He leaps up, I can’t even see anything as my glasses are abandoned. He is gone for what feels like forever. Is it his girlfriend? His wife? I realise I’ve physically frozen and my head tells me to leave immediately. I get dressed quickly and stand there wondering how and if I should get out. He comes back and asks what I’m doing. I said I didn’t know what to do. He explains its the female housemate who’s drunk and lost her phone so he’s sorted it out for her.

Right. We peel off clothes and get started again. This time is better, but I still don’t come.