Chapter 1: The First Time I Told Him the Truth
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I’ve faked it before.
Not every time. Not with everyone.
But enough to know the difference between a real orgasm and a polite little performance. Soft gasps, sweet trembles, a perfectly timed moan that spares a man’s ego.
It’s not mean-spirited. Just… easier.
Cleaner.
Because the truth can feel too sharp to lay between two people who’ve built a life together. A truth that cuts deep, even when whispered.
Daniel never asked.
Not through the years of routine kisses, of familiar sex in low light, of quiet moans into pillows.
Until last night.
We were on the couch, warm beneath a fleece blanket, the room dim, the TV frozen on the “Still Watching?” screen. My lips were stained with cheap cabernet, my body relaxed, not from lust, but from wine and habit.
He leaned in to kiss my neck, missing slightly, landing on my collarbone. I smiled softly. Out of kindness. Not desire.
“You know what Greg said today?” Daniel murmured, grinning lazily. “He says all women fake it. Every one.”
I let out a breathy laugh. That kind of laugh you use to dodge the weight of something.
His smile faltered.
“You haven’t with me though… right?”
I hesitated. Just for a second.
And in that second, everything shifted.
“Veronica?”
I looked at him. “I have.”
The words weren’t cruel. Just quiet. Final. Honest.
He blinked, his expression cracking at the edges. “Really?”
“Not always. But yes.”
He looked away, tried to act unfazed, but the silence between us had teeth now.
He took a deeper sip of wine, then asked, “So… who was the best?”
But I could tell he wasn’t ready for the answer. Not yet.
Before I could say anything, he added, “Did you fake it with everyone? Or just… with me?”
I gave a small, careful smile. “Not everyone. But sometimes… yes. With you.”
Daniel looked down at his glass, swirling what was left. “Wow.”
I could see the conflict in his face, part of him hurt, another part desperate to understand. Or compare. Or compete.
He tried to sound casual, but his voice cracked slightly. “Was it… someone before me?”
I nodded. “Yeah. A long time ago.”
Then came the question that changed everything.
“Was he bigger?”
I didn’t mean to, but I flinched. Just slightly. Enough for him to catch it.
“A lot bigger,” I said.
His breath caught. “How much bigger?”
I looked at him, steady. “Are you sure you want to know?”
He nodded, eyes locked on mine.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Just tell me.”
“About twice your size,” I said quietly.
His eyes widened.
“Twice? Seriously?” He tried to laugh. It came out wrong. “And you… liked that? You actually wanted something that big?”
I looked away, the words tumbling out softly. “Yes, that was part of the thrill. I’d never seen anything like it. So big it made me scared and excited at the same time…”
I caught myself. “I shouldn’t be talking about this.”
But Daniel, breathless now, leaned in. “No. I want to hear it.”
I hesitated.
Not because I didn’t remember.
I remembered everything.
It had just been a long time since I’d let myself go there. Let myself feel it. And now, with Daniel watching me like that…
My body responded before my conscience could stop it. My thighs pressed together. My breath deepened.
You’re really going to tell him everything?
I almost stopped. Almost changed the subject. But then Daniel whispered, voice rough, eyes locked on mine:
“I want to hear it. All of it. Every detail.”
So I told him.
“We met at a party. His name was Adrian. I hadn’t planned on going home with anyone, but there was something about him, tall, confident, the way he looked at me like he already knew what he’d do to my body. I said yes before I even thought it through.
We barely spoke in the car. Just glances. Heat. That electric tension you feel when you know what’s about to happen. His place wasn’t far. A condo downtown… clean, minimal, dimly lit like he already knew the mood he wanted to set. He offered me a drink, but I was already drunk on anticipation.”
“When he pulled his cock out, I froze.”
I licked my lips, the memory alive again.
“It was massive. Thick as a beer can. The kind of size that makes you flutter just looking at it. I remember touching it for the first time and wrapping both hands around it and still not being able to cover it all. My fingers didn’t even meet.”
I paused, letting the memory crawl over my skin.
I could feel Daniel watching me, not blinking, not breathing, just absorbing every word.
“I dropped to my knees without even thinking. I wanted to taste it. Needed to. It was so heavy in my mouth. I couldn’t get more than the tip in at first, it stretched my lips wide, made my jaw ache. He didn’t rush. He just stood there and let me struggle with it.”
I looked at Daniel then and I saw it.
The tent in his boxers. Rising. Pulsing.
He was rock hard.
I arched a brow. “Are you hard right now?”
His face turned red, caught in that space between shame and arousal. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to adjust himself under the blanket, but it was obvious.
I leaned in. Whispered: “Do you want to hear what happened next?”
He nodded, slowly.
And that’s when I knew.
He wasn’t just curious. He was turned on.
The flush in his cheeks, the way he couldn’t meet my eyes, the twitch under the blanket… it all told me everything I needed to know.
He wanted this. The truth. The pain. The image of another man inside me.
So I kept going. Not to hurt him. Not even to tease him.
But because I could feel it, he needed to hear it just as much as I suddenly needed to tell it.
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“He laid me back on the bed. Told me to relax. I remember how he guided it between my thighs, how he rubbed it up and down my pussy first, coating it with my wetness. I was already soaked. Just from sucking it.”
I closed my eyes, the memory vivid now, lips parted.
“He pushed in slow. So slow. I gasped, I honestly wasn’t even sure I could take it. Every inch felt like a stretch, like my body was being opened for the first time. It burned, but it was delicious. I held onto the sheets and begged him to stop… then begged him not to.”
I let the words hang, watching Daniel’s face.
“And then,” I whispered, “he bottomed out. I’d never felt anything so deep. It hit places no one ever had before. My body didn’t even know how to handle it. And when he started fucking me… slow, deep strokes. I came. Just like that. No hands. No clit. Just from being filled.”
Daniel stared at me, breathing hard.
“He was the only one who ever made me come just from sex. Over and over. No one’s done that before… or since.”
It only lasted about six months.
But I was addicted to him in ways I still can’t fully explain.
I should’ve walked away. I knew it wasn’t healthy.
But I couldn’t.
I kept going back, even when it hurt. Even when he started pulling away.
In the end… he’s the one who left me.
I let that last sentence land like a weight between us.
His cock twitched in his boxers.
And I just smiled.
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