Well... Hello to all. Let's say my name is Alex, I'm 36 years old (just like my partner), whom we'll call Carolina. From this post and subsequent ones, I'll be telling our story. A story that's about love and sex (mostly sex). We don't know how rare it will be, but we believe it will be quite a lot. And we're aware that we're not normal because we enjoy ourselves and despite everything, we manage to lead a 'normal' life. A double normal life.
Let's start. We met in 1993 at secondary school. She started attending classes a week after the year began. One day I left class and saw her. And I fell in love. It was something that couldn't be explained even in millions of posts. To be honest, she had noticed a classmate (until then I hadn't seen him) and they spent a couple of months together (this was the best start). I went around it several times until one day, completely emboldened and without thinking too much, I made the best move I've ever made.
I left class, saw her leaning against a wall talking to a skinny guy. Jealousy, anger, and euphoria all mixed together... I don't know. I approached and stood right in front of her, looking at her very closely (a second that lasted years). She straightened up trying to hide behind the wall but before I could say anything she kissed me... Although she was confused (a short kiss).
I looked into her eyes again, fixed on hers, and got a huge slap. Without breaking eye contact, I said it was worth it and immediately kissed her again. This time the kiss lasted 2 or 3 seconds longer.
We separated again and I got another slap. For the third time (always looking at her eyes) I took the opposite cheek (I had hit myself twice on the left), and said, now this is how you pair up and kiss for the third time. This time, supporting my body against hers against the wall. She kissed me, but at the same time she was trying to move away, then she was hugging me and that's how we started.
The skinny guy didn't understand if we knew each other or what (I never looked at him) until... Third was going to grab me to separate but she pushed it away (that's when I hugged her)
We spent the whole year kissing and touching each other as much as we could. Although almost innocently until then. Always dressed
Now a small summary of what my life was becoming
At 10, I discovered some porn magazines from my old man. Then I found out about a used bookstore, went to investigate and they sold all sorts of magazines, including pornos So I started buying them, although used. And so I began putting a little bit of everything sexual into all my relationships with women. Neighbors, cousins, teachers - it didn't matter. And obviously I would jerk off, but it wasn't something frequent
That's why I was always trying to touch someone's ass or tits at parties (although I didn't have many tits, clearly) Looking at low-cut tops and skirts etc. The magazines were stories with photos, (not photo-stories) the text dominated And they told experiences more than fantasies But never showed them to anyone after that, so I'd hide them
As for Caro's father, he was an alchoholic widower. She is an only child, but every now and then a older cousin would stay with her because no one knew how her father would arrive when he did. But several times he arrived drunk with prostitutes or called them from home and got drunk before having sex with the door open and she saw all that
That summer my parents took me to their grandfather's countryside, so we didn't see each other for three months I came back at the start of classes And she told me she loved me but that we were young and better to spend some time apart and enjoy adolescence (prima's advice)
Anyway, it was really hot like a pipe (in every sense)
I left parties and although I didn't stop seeing her or losing opportunities to find her without meaning to I did what she asked, actually something disappointed me so I started flirting with any young lady from school I could And in front of her too We also started going out (all of us, actually) to a kind of from pub-matine that they had put at 2 cudras from the college. So we would cross each other often. Note, she decided to distance us but it wasn't like we didn't talk, but when I pressured her I'd stop the car. And so another year passed. In '95 (that summer I didn't leave) we started a kind of friendly relationship or friends with benefits. She insisted that was the best. And that summer we had sex because we wanted it to stay between us beyond what we were or until when. The truth is she had taken a liking to trying to keep me from her. I couldn't stop thinking about her but if I didn't give in. It would enter whatever to screw her up. That year was interesting, we discovered sex, the friendship with benefits, and I was with other girls. That year I also started to notice that, although I wouldn't miss the opportunity to eat a young lady in front of her or try to take her away at least. She had never seen anything like it, as if she kept it very reserved... for the next year, we were already VERY friendly and affectionate, without titles. And the relationship started to consolidate as open by the end of that year we had a talk (that talk of couples) and something very interesting happened, something that would mark what we are forever. Everything started one night, we went to eat pizza, I was driving my beautiful Daihatsu Cuore coupe. And after eating we went to Palermo (by the lake). Kiss goes kiss comes we got it in the car. That was a whole experience in the mini car. And then we were talking nonsense and I don't know how we ended up talking about the relationship I wasn't bothered about how we were but I was curious about why she didn't want a serious relationship. Word goes word comes anger and I confess... She saw it as something sick, some trauma from the hell of life she lived with the old guy. But she enjoyed seeing me with other cuties and running home to touch herself thinking about that. And that's how I had my cake and eat it too. theme. but that marked us, and so we started a 'complete' relationship together. Although everything would become rare from here on out, although for us it's our normality.
To close this introduction. That year we tried to be normal boyfriends. But as the months went by, we were losing some seasoning we had before. And to have a normal relationship, we seasoned with other things.
Today we are happy, we love each other, and enjoy it more than ever.
Today, 23 years after we met, there are no roses or love letters missing, we have sex 25 days a month and don't get bored or stop experimenting. We are friends, boyfriends, lovers, and cousins...Some would say we're crazy, sick. And that's true. But we're happy like this. And for a great couple relationship.
From now on, a cascade of experiences is coming.
Let's start. We met in 1993 at secondary school. She started attending classes a week after the year began. One day I left class and saw her. And I fell in love. It was something that couldn't be explained even in millions of posts. To be honest, she had noticed a classmate (until then I hadn't seen him) and they spent a couple of months together (this was the best start). I went around it several times until one day, completely emboldened and without thinking too much, I made the best move I've ever made.
I left class, saw her leaning against a wall talking to a skinny guy. Jealousy, anger, and euphoria all mixed together... I don't know. I approached and stood right in front of her, looking at her very closely (a second that lasted years). She straightened up trying to hide behind the wall but before I could say anything she kissed me... Although she was confused (a short kiss).
I looked into her eyes again, fixed on hers, and got a huge slap. Without breaking eye contact, I said it was worth it and immediately kissed her again. This time the kiss lasted 2 or 3 seconds longer.
We separated again and I got another slap. For the third time (always looking at her eyes) I took the opposite cheek (I had hit myself twice on the left), and said, now this is how you pair up and kiss for the third time. This time, supporting my body against hers against the wall. She kissed me, but at the same time she was trying to move away, then she was hugging me and that's how we started.
The skinny guy didn't understand if we knew each other or what (I never looked at him) until... Third was going to grab me to separate but she pushed it away (that's when I hugged her)
We spent the whole year kissing and touching each other as much as we could. Although almost innocently until then. Always dressed
Now a small summary of what my life was becoming
At 10, I discovered some porn magazines from my old man. Then I found out about a used bookstore, went to investigate and they sold all sorts of magazines, including pornos So I started buying them, although used. And so I began putting a little bit of everything sexual into all my relationships with women. Neighbors, cousins, teachers - it didn't matter. And obviously I would jerk off, but it wasn't something frequent
That's why I was always trying to touch someone's ass or tits at parties (although I didn't have many tits, clearly) Looking at low-cut tops and skirts etc. The magazines were stories with photos, (not photo-stories) the text dominated And they told experiences more than fantasies But never showed them to anyone after that, so I'd hide them
As for Caro's father, he was an alchoholic widower. She is an only child, but every now and then a older cousin would stay with her because no one knew how her father would arrive when he did. But several times he arrived drunk with prostitutes or called them from home and got drunk before having sex with the door open and she saw all that
That summer my parents took me to their grandfather's countryside, so we didn't see each other for three months I came back at the start of classes And she told me she loved me but that we were young and better to spend some time apart and enjoy adolescence (prima's advice)
Anyway, it was really hot like a pipe (in every sense)
I left parties and although I didn't stop seeing her or losing opportunities to find her without meaning to I did what she asked, actually something disappointed me so I started flirting with any young lady from school I could And in front of her too We also started going out (all of us, actually) to a kind of from pub-matine that they had put at 2 cudras from the college. So we would cross each other often. Note, she decided to distance us but it wasn't like we didn't talk, but when I pressured her I'd stop the car. And so another year passed. In '95 (that summer I didn't leave) we started a kind of friendly relationship or friends with benefits. She insisted that was the best. And that summer we had sex because we wanted it to stay between us beyond what we were or until when. The truth is she had taken a liking to trying to keep me from her. I couldn't stop thinking about her but if I didn't give in. It would enter whatever to screw her up. That year was interesting, we discovered sex, the friendship with benefits, and I was with other girls. That year I also started to notice that, although I wouldn't miss the opportunity to eat a young lady in front of her or try to take her away at least. She had never seen anything like it, as if she kept it very reserved... for the next year, we were already VERY friendly and affectionate, without titles. And the relationship started to consolidate as open by the end of that year we had a talk (that talk of couples) and something very interesting happened, something that would mark what we are forever. Everything started one night, we went to eat pizza, I was driving my beautiful Daihatsu Cuore coupe. And after eating we went to Palermo (by the lake). Kiss goes kiss comes we got it in the car. That was a whole experience in the mini car. And then we were talking nonsense and I don't know how we ended up talking about the relationship I wasn't bothered about how we were but I was curious about why she didn't want a serious relationship. Word goes word comes anger and I confess... She saw it as something sick, some trauma from the hell of life she lived with the old guy. But she enjoyed seeing me with other cuties and running home to touch herself thinking about that. And that's how I had my cake and eat it too. theme. but that marked us, and so we started a 'complete' relationship together. Although everything would become rare from here on out, although for us it's our normality.
To close this introduction. That year we tried to be normal boyfriends. But as the months went by, we were losing some seasoning we had before. And to have a normal relationship, we seasoned with other things.
Today we are happy, we love each other, and enjoy it more than ever.
Today, 23 years after we met, there are no roses or love letters missing, we have sex 25 days a month and don't get bored or stop experimenting. We are friends, boyfriends, lovers, and cousins...Some would say we're crazy, sick. And that's true. But we're happy like this. And for a great couple relationship.
From now on, a cascade of experiences is coming.
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