I Kissed a Fan in the Middle of the Block Party (in front of my boyfriend)

It was Carnaval 2025, and I was at that block party in Botafogo, one of those so packed you can't even walk straight. Earlier I'd posted on my Twitter which block I'd be at.

I was wearing this see-through black lace outfit, the kind that hides nothing, you could see everything underneath, just a strip of tape over my nipples. Fishnet tights, black panties, and a can of beer in my hand that was already my sixth, seventh… I was pretty tipsy already, laughing at everything, dancing showing it all off.

That's when I felt a hand grab my arm. I turned around and it was this dark-haired guy, shirtless, his whole body tattooed, sweaty from the party, with the smile of someone who'd already recognized me before saying a word. "You're Jujuba, right?" he said, in that shameless way. My stomach dropped, I got embarrassed and denied it: "No, come on, you must be confusing me with someone, I don't even know who Jujuba is."

Then the bastard smiled, pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened Twitter. He showed me my profile, my post from that day saying I'd be right there, at the block. "See? It's you." And you know the worst part? Instead of making me more embarrassed, it turned me on like crazy. Thinking that this guy had already seen me naked, had already seen my little pussy, all my videos, had already cum for me…

He started asking for a kiss. Persistent, but not an asshole about it, that charming way that slowly melts you. And me, well, I was there with my boyfriend right next to me. I didn't want to make him look bad. So at first I said no, that I couldn't. But inside… inside I was already soaking wet just thinking about it.

The guy wouldn't give up. And the more he insisted, the more I wanted it. There was something about being there, exposed, in see-through lace in the middle of all those people, everyone around knowing what I was: a slut, a little whore who posts everything on the internet. So I went up to my boyfriend and proposed: just a peck. A quick little peck, no harm. He got kind of weird about it, but after I insisted a little, he gave in.

But you know how things go, right… I gave the peck, pressed my lips to his, and the naughty one was already pulling me into a tongue kiss. And I couldn't resist. There was no way. I kissed that guy with tongue, with want, while my boyfriend stood right next to me holding my beer and chatting with his friends, like nothing was happening.

The kiss lasted. It lasted a good while. He was in beige shorts, and pretty soon I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me, which, honestly, I was already expecting. He knows I'm a slut, that I'm a whore, so I figured he'd do it. Since we were out in public, I couldn't do anything too crazy. But while I kissed him, my hand kept "accidentally" brushing over the head of his cock through his shorts… and I could feel it pulsing, throbbing for me. It felt so fucking good.

Afterwards he even asked for my WhatsApp. I didn't give it, because I don't want to be recognized out on the street. I just slipped away slowly, lost myself in the crowd and disappeared from his sight.

My boyfriend got mad at the time, of course. But later he forgave me, because he understood it was part of my work, of my connection with my fans. That the guy just wanted a little piece of me he already admired from afar.

And today? Today I get all wet remembering that night. I've grabbed my clit sucker more than once and came so good thinking about it, about everything that could've happened if we'd gone further. Imagine me sucking him off, and all his friends who met me that day, one by one… Imagine how exposed I was there, in see-through lace, everyone around knowing exactly what I was. It still gives me chills. And who knows, next Carnaval, maybe I'll let it happen 🖤