💫 well here we go ... second part of my story, my date ... I..
Published: May 26th 2024, 3:23:18 am
💫 well here we go ... second part of my story, my date ... I really hope you're interested in reading all of this and want me to keep sharing it with you 💫
Meanwhile, our stormy and completely non-sexual affair had gathered momentum. And he invited me to the sea. Sun, waves, sand. If I couldn't fuck him there, I had nothing to live for. So we went to the sea. Pretty cool, huh? We didn't even kiss. He just emailed me two plane tickets in the middle of the week. I did everything from graceful curves to casual touches. Weird one-night stands, innuendos, dirty stories - nothing got me the results I wanted. I began to think that maybe it's not about me, it's about his complexes. But after dragging him to a nude swim, my doubts dissipated. Everything about his body was perfect. I couldn't blame him for not wanting this, because he cuddled with me for quite a while before going to bed, but he still went to sleep in the other room. I could feel that he was ready, but somehow what I needed still wasn't happening. He was kissing me gently on the cheek, saying goodnight and going to his room.... Then I thought it was about time I put a little pressure on him. And if I am not up to the task, then something else will help us. I just got a bottle of wine in the nearest shop (for some reason it seemed to me that he would not refuse it), I stirred it one third with vodka. I know that's what teenagers usually do, but I didn't care at the time. Anyway, we got druunk . We used until we darkened out. And, oh, my God, it happened! Not good, not bad. It was a little rushed, but it happened. I was lying on the bed and the feeling of being a woman. There it was, the feeling of satisfaction, when you've done something you no longer believe in...As soon as we were done, he jumped up sharply, with crazy raccoon-eyed, straightened up, and ran into the next room. Ten minutes later, through the narrow door slit, I saw a shivering streak of light. Then I heard a perfectly canine chant. I had heard something similar once , when my grandmother passed out. I couldn't make out the words, but I think it was Old Slavonic. Startled, I stood up and decided to check on my ''lover''. Sneaking on the chains to his room, I opened the door slightly and saw this....
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