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"I Didn’t Think I’d Say Yes — Until I Did"

If you’d told the girl I used to be—the one curled up in a narrow bed in Curaçao, listening to her parents argue about grades and expectations—that she’d one day find herself in the middle of a candlelit bedroom, held between a man like Armand and a goddess like Sarisha… I’d have laughed in your face.

I mean, seriously. Me?

The girl who couldn’t make a decision without worrying what people would say? Who carried shame like a second skin? Who still flinches when she thinks of being called a bad influence?

Yeah. Her.

But here’s the thing about life—it doesn’t always wait for you to be ready. Sometimes it throws you in, headfirst, heart wide open, and all you can do is feel everything. And I felt everything that night.

Let me back up.

I wasn’t supposed to be there. I’d told myself this wasn’t my scene. That I was committed. That what Angelica and I had—though quiet, though strained—was enough.

But when Armand offered me a ride, when I saw Sarisha waiting behind that door… something shifted. She looked at me like I was the answer to a question she hadn’t asked out loud. And when she touched me—just my hand—it was like I finally remembered what it felt like to want something. Fully. Freely. Without guilt.

Sarisha didn’t ask for permission. She didn’t coax. She simply was. This magnetic, sensual, quietly powerful woman saw right through the parts of me I usually keep hidden.

She guided me to the bed like it was sacred ground.

She made me feel like I was sacred ground.

And Armand—well, he didn’t try to dominate or impress. He stayed back. He let us have our moment. And when he stepped in, it was with reverence. It wasn’t about the performance. It wasn’t about roles.

It was about connection.

It was about surrendering to pleasure without apology.

And damn, I needed that.

The world outside faded. The rules, the fears, the shame? Gone. I felt every kiss, every caress, every shared breath as if it were a truth I’d waited my whole life to believe.

But it wasn’t just the sex.

It was the trust.

The way Sarisha looked at me—so sure I was worthy of being touched, of being adored.

The way Armand held my hand through an orgasm that shook me to my bones.

The way I let myself fall without needing to know how I’d land.

That night, I found something I didn’t know I was missing.

And yet…

When the candles burned low, and our bodies softened into quiet togetherness, another name came floating back to me: Angelica.

I won’t lie to you. I left that room with more questions than answers.

But I also left with this fire in my chest. A spark that whispered, You deserve to feel this. You deserve to be seen.

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And if you’re wondering whether I ever told Angelica…

Well, some things are best kept between silk sheets, a candle’s glow, and the hearts brave enough to beat faster.

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—Nia

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