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Kimmi’s Affair

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Our story as a record, 60% true, 40% embellished.
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Chapter 1 - (Foreword) Our Reunion

A year ago, I ran into my ex-girlfriend Kimmi at a high school friend's wedding. Let's be real — she was even hotter than before. If she wasn't just 160cm tall, not exactly standing out in a crowd, people might legit mistake her for a celebrity. That day, she rocked a black backless dress, showing off just enough cleavage and spine to turn heads. Her chest wasn't huge, but damn, the shape was perfection, with this subtle allure that made it hard to look away. She was seated next to me, and I tried not to stare, but you could tell every guy in the room was low-key checking her out.

During the reception, we didn't talk much with the other old classmates we hadn't seen in forever. Instead, Kimmi and I ended up chatting a ton. Turns out, we were both freshly single, and the more we talked, the more the vibes came rushing back. She was still so gentle and thoughtful, and being around her felt like slipping back into the sweet early days of our relationship.

Let's keep it 100—Kimmi and I are in our early 30s now. She's a year younger than me, and we're not the naive kids we used to be. I haven't dated in a while, not because I couldn't find someone, but because life's been too wild and fun to settle down. So, even though reconnecting with Kimmi felt amazing, I wasn't about to jump back into anything serious. Plus, I wasn't sure if she was someone I could love again. Back in the day, she broke up with me because she fell for her boss. Did I hate her for cheating? Honestly, no. I'll explain why later.

As the wedding wrapped up, I was brainstorming how to keep this going—maybe ask her out for dinner sometime soon. But before I could say anything, Kimmi beat me to it.

"Tim," she said, "you working tomorrow? I'm off. Wanna grab a drink nearby before heading home?"

"Hell yeah," I replied. "I'm free tomorrow too. Plus, it was too crowded to really get into the deep stuff."

So, I took her to my go-to whisky bar. We didn't talk for too long, but I could tell something was different about her. The way she carried herself—her gestures, her vibe—had this magnetic charm. She wasn't overly forward, but there was this teasing, push-pull energy that was straight-up intoxicating. I had the ex-boyfriend card in my pocket, so I went for it and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She didn't lean in, but she didn't pull away either—just froze, locking eyes with me in this soft, intense way. I knew I had my shot. So, I kissed her again, bolder this time, slipping my tongue in.

That night, we ended up at a hotel and went three rounds. My one regret? Only bringing three condoms. I'm not exaggerating when I say Kimmi was the total package—probably the highest score among any woman I've met in recent years. It wasn't just her looks or her skills in bed; it was her gentle, almost submissive personality that drew you in, like she was daring you to push further. There was this raw, masochistic side to her that I couldn't get enough of. No matter what I suggested, she went along with it, like she was making up for the guilt of leaving me all those years ago.

After that third round, I lay there, lost in thought. Everything felt too perfect, but something was off. This Kimmi was a far cry from the girl I dated a decade ago. Back then, she was my first girlfriend, super shy, blushing at the mere mention of anything intimate. Had I changed her back then, somehow shaped her into this? Or did something happen after our breakup that transformed her personality and mindset? Staring at her sleeping beside me, I felt a mix of emotions. I remembered how she'd get flustered just talking about anything remotely spicy. Now? She was confident, open, and fully embracing this submissive side of herself.

After that night, our chemistry only got stronger. We didn't jump back into a full-on relationship, but we settled into this open, casual dynamic. We both felt like soulmates in a way, even if it wasn't official. Over the past year, we decided to write down our story as a record, tweaking or cutting out details that could give away our identities. Some parts happened a while back, and I've sprinkled in a bit of my own imagination, so it's maybe 60% true, 40% embellished. But thanks to this reunion, a lot of old mysteries got cleared up. I thought my imagination was wild, but the truth? Some of it was even crazier—like the fact that, while I was her first boyfriend, I wasn't her first man. That revelation hit me hard, and I'll dive into it later.

Here's how we're breaking this down into three parts:

1) "Kimmi's Affair" – Mostly written by me, with Kimmi filling in some gaps. It's got a bit of an NTR vibe, diving into her cheating back then and the messy emotions that came with it.

2) "Blossoming into Her Submissive Side" – Kimmi takes the lead here, with me adding a guy's perspective. It's about how she changed after our breakup and the inner struggles she faced.

3) "Us, Now" – A joint effort, updated sporadically, capturing the highs and lows of our open relationship and our thoughts on what's next.