Thanksgiving Tradition

Thanksgiving Turns Me into a Menace

Okay, so i’m just going to admit it! I don’t know what flips inside of me the moment late November hits, but suddenly I’m a walking disaster with too many inappropriate thoughts. It usually starts the same way every year. I come back into my hometown thinking I just need to survive a few days of  family chaos. Avoid anyone I used to know from high school and enjoy myself and mashed potatoes. Easy. My sacred Thanksgiving tradition.

Completely drama free! But of course, the universe had other plans. I walked into that little dive bar late Thanksgiving eve, There he was, the boy I used to sneak around with senior year, the one who ruined my ability to think straight for my self and absolutely rocked my world in the bedroom. We were young but there was so much passion between us. He was a sweet boy who knew exactly how to fuck me. Except, he wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a man. Tall, handsome, and absolutely sexy.

I Swear My Entire Body Remembered Him.

The second our eyes met I was so flustered. This was a Thanksgiving tradition I could get behind. He smelled the same, still looked at me like he was undressing me, and still had that deep voice when he was saying something he shouldn’t say out loud.  Like how he said, bye tits haven’t changed…And of course Thanksgiving eve I run into him. I wanted him immediately and I wasn’t leaving that bar without him and blondes are smart. I knew I could convince him to have some fun. We had small talk until the bar closed. But then he asked if I wanted a ride home, I should’ve sat down, I should’ve used common sense and remembered how well we handled temptation in high school…which is to say… NOT well at all.

Instead, I just said “yeah let’s go.” The tension in that car could’ve sstarted fireworks. We didn’t touch but every second felt like he was tearing my clothes off and fucking me. My heart was pounding and his jaw kept flexing like he was fighting it just as hard as I was. The second we got to my driveway, it was over. All that heat, all the history and maybe a little bit too much to drink on my end. It snapped. It absolutely fucking snapped. This wasn’t a fantasy role play

He Grabbed Me, and I Grabbed Him Right Back

Every ounce of pent-up tension, old memories, and chemistry all crashed back into one breathless messy blur. We were far from gentle and sweet. It was two people who absolutely knew better, and absolutely didn’t care. After all, we were starting new Thanksgiving traditions. We didn’t take long to make it inside we snuck up the stairs quietly while my family was asleep, he threw me onto my childhood bed, where he fucked all the time in high school, tore off my clothes and sucked on my tits.

Breathless, while he moaned my name in him in my ear. My pussy was soaking wet. He picked me up and pressed me against the wall in the way. All of the old memories hit once his hands were pinning me to the wall. He pushed his fingers deep into my pussy while he kissed me. He remembered my favorite position, doggy style and slid his cock right inside. Fucking me like a good slut. It all felt so familiar. His grip warmed the way he knew exactly how I would react. His passion until he released his warm load inside of me. The world dropped away, and the rest of it happened last tangle of hands and mouth some whispered I will never forget this. I most certainly will continue this Thanksgiving tradition

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