El Señor

Always I'm a participant in not doing what the rest expects. Maybe it's a quality... sometimes a problem.

Rules, I love breaking them.. and knowing that I'm doing so generates morbidness, perversion, and all kinds of thoughts, makes me want to generate more and more.

I love not giving explanations and laughed at them.

Generally, I don't hang out with older people. It doesn't interest me.

But your way of writing and your crazy head caught me

You described yourself as a man with unmanageable hair, who lived in leather, ripped jeans, and bare feet, that description was enough for my head to function strangely trying to get your attention.

Sometimes I succeed.. most of the time I doubt.

There's something I like... always manages to make me smile and sometimes it's worth gold.

Our encounters were few, I remember the first...

You arrived home with two wines, white, sweet, knowing that I like. The food I had chosen was ready. Waiting at the table

Candles, music, you and me.. nothing else was missing...

You touched my nose with your index finger and said thanks Bella for this.

I blushed, lowered my gaze, smiled.

Your hand lifted my chin and it was when our eyes met in each other

Only one word describes that moment: FIRE

We dined. I raised the plates and left them in the kitchen.

It was then you approached from behind, surrounded me, and offered more wine, not without squeezing against me first...

In my stomach, nothing but butterflies.

In my Booty, nothing but feeling your sex.

Delicious.

Your kisses on my neck make the wine a child's game.

Lust was ready to arrive...

Your hands caressing what you so longed for.

You made me move forward, leaving my Booty more exposed towards you...

The dress didn't take long to rise and your hands were caressing me like so many times you knew how to describe. You gathered my hair.. lowered the thong.. and started caressing me with your hand. My juices, moistened the area.

That finger knew how to give me my first moan.

I wanted to turn over but your hand on my head didn't let me do it.

I love you like this, for a little while. - you whispered

I collapsed... and only dedicated myself to feeling

I hear the drawer close, my perturbation is increasing.

The first contact is exquisite. The course of lust in me makes me want to be penetrated by you even more. You make me desire and that increases my juices even more.

You're not going to do it, you want to play and I'm letting you... No resist anymore, I beg you to let me go and release me.

I turn around.

I remember perfectly that at a certain moment I crossed my arms around your neck and gave you a kiss on the mouth with all the passion and desire I could.

There was no curve that I didn't explore of it, our tongues intertwined and licked each other mutually, I nibbled your lips, yours mine. It was a long and deep, passionate kiss, a kiss of surrender.

I decide to crouch down. Being between the kitchen cabinet and you makes me a prisoner. I love it.

I bring my object of desire to my mouth, which is already huge at this point. I lick. I explore. I touch.

Its flavor makes me not want to let it go.

I look at you and see how you enjoy my labor. I play for a little while more.

Blessed are my ears for hearing you feel.

You lift me up. You raise me and make me sit on the counter.

You take off my dress. You dedicate yourself to kissing the twins.

My head is going to explode.

You know exactly how to do it.

Your hand recovers the part that desires you... play. Caress. penetrate and caress again.

It's your turn to go down. You do it with a divine look... those that I can't resist and bite my lip when I see you doing it.

You close your eyes and dedicate yourself to eating the dessert... that one we talked about so much.

I arched my body, pressing my pelvis against your face while feeling the delights of your tongue entering and leaving me, while your hands squeezed my thighs and mine squeezed your head against me, as if to make you not stop. do it. Your tongue is savory. My body can't take much more and that's when I give you the first orgasm of the night. My trembling makes you hold on tighter. I can't take the screams...

I adore what you do to me.

I calm down, take me to bed. That one who knew how to imagine you.

There, reclined, my legs open wide apart. You mentioned something about how excited it made you see my breasts, hips, and legs. It was a charm turned into a woman.

By then, kisses and caresses were the order of the day. The gazes described a paradise I didn't want to leave.

The seduction was at the height of our skin. Every touch made me shiver. Laughter. Tickles were common currency on that bed.

You penetrated me and arched me completely. Feeling it inside mine was an act of fantasy turned into reality.

Your movement became devotion in my flesh. You accompanied me with every thrust, every gasp, every kiss given.

When you recovered, you gave me a delicious kiss on the mouth and reclined on the bed, covering me with a sheet, lodging your cock still hard between my buttocks, and started rubbing against it, giving me more pleasure until you came again.

Then you took me to the bathroom, soaped me up, and let me give the last blow job to my lust that was standing upright again. We dried off and covered ourselves with a blanket in front of the fireplace, waiting for dawn...

That memory will never fade because it gives me life. Forever it will be my sweet lover, and I may be hers. Today I remembered you and that's why I'm remembering that day, and I know that someday you'll wonder what happened to me. I knew, because I felt it that time.

Note from the author: wherever you are... THANK YOU! 😀