Sex in cave

 Confessor :- 

My story :- It was your idea to take her to the mountains. Away from the noise, away from people. Just the two of you, under the sky, surrounded by clouds and trees. She was quiet in the car, her small fingers playing with the window glass. Her eyes sparkled like she had a secret.

You reached the hiking point by late afternoon. The trail was empty. Perfect. She wore that black hoodie and those tight leggings that hugged her in all the right places. You couldn't stop staring at her little waist and her perfect ass bouncing lightly as she climbed ahead of you.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll push you off this mountain,” she teased, smirking over her shoulder. You smiled, walking faster to match her steps. “What? You know you love it when I call you my dirty little whore,” you whispered near her ear. She shivered. “Say it again.” That look in her eyes—half bold, half blushing—made your heart race.

After a while, you both found that small hidden cave she had shown you in pictures. Just big enough for two. The air was cold inside, but her excitement warmed it. She looked around and sat on the rock slab in the middle.

“You still want your first time here?” you asked, kneeling in front of her, brushing dirt off her shoes. She nodded slowly, biting her lower lip. “Only with you. Only here.” The sun started setting behind the hills, the wind turned icy, and clouds rolled in. You stepped out to gather dry wood while she stayed inside, hugging herself. Soon, you had a small bonfire just outside the cave entrance. The fire cracked and glowed orange on her face as she sat close, her hoodie half unzipped, eyes fixed on you.

You threw your jacket over her shoulders. “Cold?” “Only when you’re not touching me,” she whispered. You sat behind her, pulling her into your lap. Her small body fit perfectly against you, your arms wrapping around her like she was made just for this moment. It started raining softly. Tiny raindrops tapped against the rocks. The cave was just dry enough, and warm now—with both your bodies pressed together, and the fire glowing like a third heartbeat beside you.

She turned her face toward yours, brushing her lips on your cheek. “I’m ready... but only if you’re slow. And you say those dirty things I like.” You nodded, brushing her hair back gently. “Only if you promise to be my dirty little slut for life.” Her giggle was soft. “Deal.” And in that cave—hidden from the world, wrapped in firelight and the sound of rain—you kissed her slowly. Like it was the beginning of something beautiful, filthy, and completely yours.

The fire outside crackled low, casting flickers of orange on the cave walls. The rain had picked up now, falling harder, wrapping the mountains in a soft, rhythmic hush. Inside the cave, it was warm. Not because of the fire. Because of her.

She was curled in your lap, arms around your neck, her head resting on your shoulder. The moment felt like a dream—slow, heavy, sacred. But the way her thighs pressed together, the way her breath kept hitching… you knew she was feeling everything just as much.

You brushed your fingers down her cheek. “Nervous?” She nodded slowly. “Yes. But I want this. I want you.” You smiled, pulling her hoodie down her arms. She was so tiny. So delicate. And yet—her eyes were bold, hungry, and trusting.

“I’ll stop if you say one word,” you said softly.

“I won’t,” she whispered. “Just… call me those things. I need to hear them.” You kissed her forehead, then leaned to her ear. “You’re my filthy little slut, aren’t you?” you whispered, running your fingers down her spine. “My personal whore, hiding under that innocent face.” Her breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Y-yes…”

Your hands explored her slowly, over her black top, down her back, cupping that perfect ass you’d dreamed about so many nights. Her red lingerie peeked out just slightly from her waistband. You smiled. “I knew you wore red,” you said.

She looked up at you, smirking shyly. “You like?” “Red’s for my favorite kind of whore. The ones who give their first time in a cave,” you teased, gripping her hips tighter.

She giggled nervously, hiding her face in your chest. “Shut up… or I’ll actually start begging.” You tilted her chin up and kissed her. Slow. Long. Deep. Her hands clenched your shirt as her body melted into yours. You could feel her heart pounding, her legs twitching slightly with nerves and need.

You laid her down gently on your jacket. The cave floor was cold, but her skin burned against yours.

Outside, the storm grew louder. The fire sizzled with each raindrop. But in that cave, there was only her moans, your voice, and two hearts learning each other—through touch, through breath, through the quiet promise of something deeper. You whispered between kisses:

“You’re mine now.”

“My girl.”

“My slut.”

“My first. My last.”

And when it finally happened—it wasn’t fast or wild. It was trembling hands. Lips pressed to shoulder. Eyes locked. Skin to skin, heart to heart. She whimpered your name. Not from pain. But from the feeling of finally giving herself to someone who wanted all of her. Every soft breath. Every dirty thought. Every hidden desire.

And in that cave, wrapped in storm and firelight, she became yours in a way no one else ever could...