I'm in love. Dating a younger guy. Can you believe that shit?
After years of not really letting myself go, not getting attached, I fell head over heels again. Except for my cousin and my male cousin, I don't get clingy. I fucking love casual sex. I rarely fuck the same dude twice. But then he showed up... and suddenly I was going back for more, getting all wrapped up, craving it. Craving way more.
At first, I dodged labels. Wanted to just let it roll, no strings, no bullshit demands. Just vibe and enjoy. Until one night, after a fuck that leaves your body limp and your soul lit up, with my breath still coming in gasps and my skin burning hot, he locked eyes with me deep and let it out:
— Rafa, you've told me you don't get involved. But this connection... I've never felt anything like it with anyone. Can I call this dating?
That hit me hard. Because the connection was real as fuck. From that first glance we swapped, it felt like we'd known each other in past lives. It wasn't just horniness, wasn't just chemistry. It was something bigger, something I can't even put into words.
With my heart still pounding like crazy, I stared at that gorgeous face, his eyes sparkling with hope. I bit my lip, hunted for the right words so I wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't lead him on.
— Aw, babe... you know I hate labels — I said, while my fingers trailed slow over his chest. — Let's just see where it goes? Plus, you don't know shit about me yet.
He furrowed his brow, all curious. That's when I decided to spill it.
— Lucas, I wasn't gonna tell you 'cause, fuck knows... I thought you were just a hookup. But I gotta be straight with you. I don't even know how to say this right... I'm a sex addict. I love having multiple partners. Maybe I'm not the girl you picture for a real boyfriend-girlfriend thing. I'm in the 'job,' you know? Call girl. Hooker. Call it whatever the hell you want.
I braced for the judgment in his eyes, the cold shoulder that usually follows. But he just took a deep breath, looked at me with this unnerving calm, and cracked a smile.
— I gotta admit, that shocked me a bit... You don't look like a hooker. But for real, that changes nothing for me. Nothing at all. You're incredible. Fucking beautiful, perfect. And inside... inside you're even better.
I was frozen, just staring at him. No more words needed—we leaned in. The kiss was slow, deep, packed with all the shit words couldn't touch.
I figured after that talk, he'd flip. Start eyeing me weird, getting all demanding, trying to "fix" me. But nah. He stayed the exact same. Open mind, zero judgment, taking me as a whole, just like I am. He respects me, treats me sweet, calls me princess. And I call him "prince," 'cause that's how he rolled into my life: an unlikely prince, no superhero cape, no fairy-tale bullshit. He doesn't wanna save me. He just wants me, raw as I am.
We met up at the end of October 2024. He's 19 and lives in Barra da Tijuca. It all kicked off in a bar on Olegário Maciel. I was with Carol, my cousin; he was with some buddies. Our eyes crossed and... bam. No explaining it. He couldn't stop staring at me. I got butterflies in my gut that I hadn't felt in forever.
Then we bounced from there and ended up at a beach kiosk. We wanted to drag out the night, knock back more drinks, but mostly, just talk. And that's where it all ignited.
And that's the deal. My life's been a hot mess lately. Gotta juggle this new boyfriend shit with what I already got going with Carol, the clients, and all the wild crap I usually pull.
Wet kisses from your
Naughty Little Princess 👑💖