HI GUYS, WELL, THIS TIME I'M SHARING WITH YOU THE FIRST CHAPTER OF A NOVEL I'M WRITING. I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S AS EROTIC AS YOU'D LIKE, I'M WRITING IT MORE LIKE AN INTIMATE DIARY THAN ANYTHING ELSE. THIS ENTRY IS OLD, I'M SINGLE NOW BUT I DON'T WANT TO GIVE AWAY ANYTHING.
WELL, LET'S READ!!!
What can I say about me? I'm 28 years old and this week I'll be celebrating seven years of being in a relationship with the same man, a lawyer whom I fell in love with very quickly and started living together immediately, partly because I wanted to get out of my parents' house and partly because he seemed not to mind giving up some personal space, besides almost never being at home until night, and like any relationship, it was hot at first, the nights were very warm for us to have refused.
He's almost eight years older than me, and in our first romantic encounters, he played the role of teacher more than lover, it was fun, we'd play that I was the innocent and inexperienced girl thirsty for learning things. That's how I learned to move around on top of him without choking while giving him oral sex, to feel when he was about to come. Taking advantage of my lack of experience, he played with me and did what he wanted, all positions, in every corner of the house, beds, sofas, chairs, table, floors, patio, bathroom, everywhere, whenever he could, he'd make love to me. I let him do it, of course, I was in love and besides it made me feel a lot of pleasure, always making me reach orgasm.
I wasn't a virgin when I met him, but I had very little experience. Until I knew him, I had only been with Martín, my first boyfriend, a high school classmate whom I slept with for the first time, unfortunately also his first time. With him I went out a couple of times in the last year and then some more times a few years later when we ran into each other at a New Year's party in a disco. That second time was nicer, I noticed he was more confident in himself, and that I was doing new things, thought I had probably gathered experience with others. I liked it, consider Martin a friend, and if I hadn't gotten engaged to Pablo, I would surely be with him.
Sometimes I cross paths with him in the center, we greet each other well, always has the delicacy of asking me if I want to take something, but I have to decline because if someone sees me with another man at a bar it will complicate my life. We don't send messages through cell phones because he knows I'm in a relationship, but we do talk on social media when we're connected at the same time.
We never talked about us or what had passed at an intimate level.
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about Martin, now that the fire with Pablo is dying down and the passion of the early years isn't there anymore, when I feel alone I think about him. With my boyfriend we don't make love every day or everywhere. At most two times a week. The long nocturnal marathons have turned into quickies where many times I can't even finish. I no longer do oral sex with him at all hours or let him take pictures of me or film videos, nor does he ask for it. Before we used to record ourselves doing it and then watch the video together.
I suspect he's cheating on me with his secretary, and three years ago he had to confess to me that he had cheated on me with his business partner's sister because I discovered it. We were separated but still living under the same roof for a time before I finally forgave him.
When I'm alone, I think about Martin. I imagine what it would be like to sleep with him now that I have much more experience. Many times, even thinking about it makes me finish myself off. I start remembering our first time. It was at his house on a Tuesday afternoon because his parents were working and we were alone. It wasn't spontaneous, we had planned it a few days in advance. I was very scared, the shame of being seen naked was greater than the act itself until that moment never had been touched intimately by anyone, only my booty had been touched a little when we kissed. I had never seen a naked man in person, just in photos or some video.
Once in his room, we started kissing. He was on top of me, supporting me, and I was touching his ass while he kissed my neck. Then we helped each other take off our clothes. It was extremely exciting to let a man undress me, and my anxiety about unzipping his pants was growing from the desire to see his member. Once we were both naked, by instinct, I started masturbating him, his member was already erect. I liked it; I couldn't say if it was big or small because I didn't have anything to compare it to, only that I liked looking at them and the sensation of touching it was beautiful. Hard but soft at the same time, with a life of its own, it inflated and contracted. I knew from my friends that if I decided to suck him off, I should be careful because the first times might make me gag and I would end up vomiting, and there was always the chance that I wouldn't like it. My friends told me that once you try it, you won't leave it anymore, but I had read on the internet that some women don't enjoy oral sex. I didn't think much more and lowered my face to his penis, without any experience at all, no foreplay, no licking or caressing, from 0 to 100 in one shot. I liked it a lot; his acidic and salty taste was exciting, I was putting it in and taking it out. At that moment, I didn't think about stimulating his testicles with my other hand, I didn't know what I was doing. Sometimes I would scrape him with my teeth and that would make me feel so much shame, or if he made some pelvic movement, I would gag.
Martin, I don't know if it was intuition or having watched a lot of porn movies, but he held my neck with one hand and I looked up for the first time in my life to look at him sideways, and there I saw the face of pleasure of a man for the first time; I paid attention and listened as he jaded, without wanting to, I realized that I was touching myself between The legs with my free hand. Our gazes crossed, and I defied him by keeping my eyes fixed on his while continuing to suck his member. I felt like I won when he closed his eyes and tilted his head back while groaning.
I knew he didn't know how to put on a condom because he took too long. I was waiting, lying on my back with my legs apart. Finally, he got on top of me, and I remember that his penis wasn't entering if I pressed hard it hurt then he would pull back. I felt so nervous I had forgotten I was naked and the shame disappeared. After a few pumps, I felt something in me breaking for good, opened my eyes like a two-gold coin and groaned, for the first time in my life I groaned and my nails clawed at my boyfriend's buttocks. I felt his cock opening its way through my flesh, I felt my lips parting when it entered my body, and embracing when it left. I didn't know if what I was experiencing was an orgasm or what but it was too pleasant to keep silent, and my moans were strong. I didn't want it to stop. I felt him getting deeper inside me, each time with more force, he was also groaning. I found myself moving my hips at the rhythm he imposed on me. I felt a knot in my stomach that started to go down my belly, and I wanted that moment to last forever. My thighs contracted and so did my toes, that way all that pleasure lasted a bit longer, when that unknown tingling arrived at my pubic area I couldn't help but sigh. He fell onto me.
Over time, I understood that Martín had lasted very little, he finished in less than two minutes with luck, it was all very fast, but for being the first time I was satisfied. I remember running to the bathroom with all my clothes in my hands, washing and scaring myself because there was a bit of blood, I knew that would happen but seeing it is another thing. He had already dressed by the time I got out. I suppose he would also be ashamed of his nakedness. I told him I had to go and left without saying goodbye. In my mind, that first time always helps me get excited. While waiting for Pablo to arrive from a meeting, I masturbate several times. At the moment, I even filmed myself while doing it and sent the video via message to his cell phone. Now I don't do that anymore. I almost never watch old videos either. It bothers me to see how much I used to enjoy myself and now it doesn't happen anymore.
I think about his lovers. He had at least one well-known one, and I know he has another right now. Before my arrival in his life, he probably had many others. In contrast, I only had two men inside me until now, and since seven years ago, the same penis is the only one that enters me. My vagina is already adapted to him.
For the first time in my life, I feel this desire to cheat on him, not so much for him, but for myself, I want to feel pleasure with another man, have someone else teach me new things, and feel passionate and reckless like before, I want to become a reverend slut again, I want to feel free and alive. I know where to start. I look at my phone and search for Martin's number. I hesitate for a few seconds. Write a message, delete it, write it again, and this time send it. I cover my face as if asking myself what have I done, besides, it's almost midnight, and I don't know if he's in a relationship. But the response doesn't take long.
- Everything is fine – he says - How about you?
Kisses to everyone!! Thanks for passing by!
WELL, LET'S READ!!!
What can I say about me? I'm 28 years old and this week I'll be celebrating seven years of being in a relationship with the same man, a lawyer whom I fell in love with very quickly and started living together immediately, partly because I wanted to get out of my parents' house and partly because he seemed not to mind giving up some personal space, besides almost never being at home until night, and like any relationship, it was hot at first, the nights were very warm for us to have refused.
He's almost eight years older than me, and in our first romantic encounters, he played the role of teacher more than lover, it was fun, we'd play that I was the innocent and inexperienced girl thirsty for learning things. That's how I learned to move around on top of him without choking while giving him oral sex, to feel when he was about to come. Taking advantage of my lack of experience, he played with me and did what he wanted, all positions, in every corner of the house, beds, sofas, chairs, table, floors, patio, bathroom, everywhere, whenever he could, he'd make love to me. I let him do it, of course, I was in love and besides it made me feel a lot of pleasure, always making me reach orgasm.
I wasn't a virgin when I met him, but I had very little experience. Until I knew him, I had only been with Martín, my first boyfriend, a high school classmate whom I slept with for the first time, unfortunately also his first time. With him I went out a couple of times in the last year and then some more times a few years later when we ran into each other at a New Year's party in a disco. That second time was nicer, I noticed he was more confident in himself, and that I was doing new things, thought I had probably gathered experience with others. I liked it, consider Martin a friend, and if I hadn't gotten engaged to Pablo, I would surely be with him.
Sometimes I cross paths with him in the center, we greet each other well, always has the delicacy of asking me if I want to take something, but I have to decline because if someone sees me with another man at a bar it will complicate my life. We don't send messages through cell phones because he knows I'm in a relationship, but we do talk on social media when we're connected at the same time.
We never talked about us or what had passed at an intimate level.
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about Martin, now that the fire with Pablo is dying down and the passion of the early years isn't there anymore, when I feel alone I think about him. With my boyfriend we don't make love every day or everywhere. At most two times a week. The long nocturnal marathons have turned into quickies where many times I can't even finish. I no longer do oral sex with him at all hours or let him take pictures of me or film videos, nor does he ask for it. Before we used to record ourselves doing it and then watch the video together.
I suspect he's cheating on me with his secretary, and three years ago he had to confess to me that he had cheated on me with his business partner's sister because I discovered it. We were separated but still living under the same roof for a time before I finally forgave him.
When I'm alone, I think about Martin. I imagine what it would be like to sleep with him now that I have much more experience. Many times, even thinking about it makes me finish myself off. I start remembering our first time. It was at his house on a Tuesday afternoon because his parents were working and we were alone. It wasn't spontaneous, we had planned it a few days in advance. I was very scared, the shame of being seen naked was greater than the act itself until that moment never had been touched intimately by anyone, only my booty had been touched a little when we kissed. I had never seen a naked man in person, just in photos or some video.
Once in his room, we started kissing. He was on top of me, supporting me, and I was touching his ass while he kissed my neck. Then we helped each other take off our clothes. It was extremely exciting to let a man undress me, and my anxiety about unzipping his pants was growing from the desire to see his member. Once we were both naked, by instinct, I started masturbating him, his member was already erect. I liked it; I couldn't say if it was big or small because I didn't have anything to compare it to, only that I liked looking at them and the sensation of touching it was beautiful. Hard but soft at the same time, with a life of its own, it inflated and contracted. I knew from my friends that if I decided to suck him off, I should be careful because the first times might make me gag and I would end up vomiting, and there was always the chance that I wouldn't like it. My friends told me that once you try it, you won't leave it anymore, but I had read on the internet that some women don't enjoy oral sex. I didn't think much more and lowered my face to his penis, without any experience at all, no foreplay, no licking or caressing, from 0 to 100 in one shot. I liked it a lot; his acidic and salty taste was exciting, I was putting it in and taking it out. At that moment, I didn't think about stimulating his testicles with my other hand, I didn't know what I was doing. Sometimes I would scrape him with my teeth and that would make me feel so much shame, or if he made some pelvic movement, I would gag.
Martin, I don't know if it was intuition or having watched a lot of porn movies, but he held my neck with one hand and I looked up for the first time in my life to look at him sideways, and there I saw the face of pleasure of a man for the first time; I paid attention and listened as he jaded, without wanting to, I realized that I was touching myself between The legs with my free hand. Our gazes crossed, and I defied him by keeping my eyes fixed on his while continuing to suck his member. I felt like I won when he closed his eyes and tilted his head back while groaning.
I knew he didn't know how to put on a condom because he took too long. I was waiting, lying on my back with my legs apart. Finally, he got on top of me, and I remember that his penis wasn't entering if I pressed hard it hurt then he would pull back. I felt so nervous I had forgotten I was naked and the shame disappeared. After a few pumps, I felt something in me breaking for good, opened my eyes like a two-gold coin and groaned, for the first time in my life I groaned and my nails clawed at my boyfriend's buttocks. I felt his cock opening its way through my flesh, I felt my lips parting when it entered my body, and embracing when it left. I didn't know if what I was experiencing was an orgasm or what but it was too pleasant to keep silent, and my moans were strong. I didn't want it to stop. I felt him getting deeper inside me, each time with more force, he was also groaning. I found myself moving my hips at the rhythm he imposed on me. I felt a knot in my stomach that started to go down my belly, and I wanted that moment to last forever. My thighs contracted and so did my toes, that way all that pleasure lasted a bit longer, when that unknown tingling arrived at my pubic area I couldn't help but sigh. He fell onto me.
Over time, I understood that Martín had lasted very little, he finished in less than two minutes with luck, it was all very fast, but for being the first time I was satisfied. I remember running to the bathroom with all my clothes in my hands, washing and scaring myself because there was a bit of blood, I knew that would happen but seeing it is another thing. He had already dressed by the time I got out. I suppose he would also be ashamed of his nakedness. I told him I had to go and left without saying goodbye. In my mind, that first time always helps me get excited. While waiting for Pablo to arrive from a meeting, I masturbate several times. At the moment, I even filmed myself while doing it and sent the video via message to his cell phone. Now I don't do that anymore. I almost never watch old videos either. It bothers me to see how much I used to enjoy myself and now it doesn't happen anymore.
I think about his lovers. He had at least one well-known one, and I know he has another right now. Before my arrival in his life, he probably had many others. In contrast, I only had two men inside me until now, and since seven years ago, the same penis is the only one that enters me. My vagina is already adapted to him.
For the first time in my life, I feel this desire to cheat on him, not so much for him, but for myself, I want to feel pleasure with another man, have someone else teach me new things, and feel passionate and reckless like before, I want to become a reverend slut again, I want to feel free and alive. I know where to start. I look at my phone and search for Martin's number. I hesitate for a few seconds. Write a message, delete it, write it again, and this time send it. I cover my face as if asking myself what have I done, besides, it's almost midnight, and I don't know if he's in a relationship. But the response doesn't take long.
- Everything is fine – he says - How about you?
Kisses to everyone!! Thanks for passing by!
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