Ladies and gentlemen. I finished my last story. As always, I thank all the feedback that comes to mind. Thank you in advance for reading me. This beginsMen have a representative global characteristic, regardless of culture, religion, way of thinking or the most extravagant customs we may have. We grab. And I say 'grab' referring to the act itself, in order to make a massive discharge of testosterone and endorphins; and very relegated, practically null remains the fact that naturally it is a reproductive goal. It doesn't matter (almost). The first thing that matters most is putting it in and secondly telling an friend about it. At any hour, with (almost) anyone. Not grabbing for too long becomes mental torture, which intensifies if we live in a context where people count how they spend their time grabbing. We are always ready and alert... pity the cuties are so annoying... If we're in a couple, we're happy because we grab often. If there are problems of discussions or disagreements, we get upset because we don't grab as much. If we break up, we worry about who we'll grab with now, and it's exactly this last thing that triggered the following story:
The day I broke up with my ex was a Saturday. Of course, I felt the anxiety and commotion of any breakup, but since I was the one who ended things, I wasn't devastated on the floor. Obviously, I wouldn't stay alone at home depressed on a Saturday night. I wanted to go out, I wanted to grab! And with my cock as copilot, my dignity along, so I didn't want to pay a slut, I wanted to feel the satisfaction of going hunting, picking up a cutie and taking her to bed. Feeling like a good provider but without the ease of paying, you understand, right?
I grabbed my cell phone and went through my agenda, since I had just broken up with a jealous cutie, my female contacts disappeared, so I tried to locate my old party friends, tell them about my situation and plans. By now, I'm 33 years old, so finding single friends without kids who are willing to go out at the last minute is... complicated, impossible for me. I'm staying alone this Saturday with a low feeling and wanting to put her? Not even in hell, I have a car so I'll go out alone.
I chose a bowling alley where there's variety of age, in this place the girls oscillated between 20 and 60 years old, with most young ones... like having high-spectrum options.
I arrived early so I sat down to take strong drinks for a while, to potentiate my disinhibition and euphoria, while the place filled up.
I searched first for the easy way, walking back and forth with random stops, waiting for some girl to look at me with good vibes to talk to her. Nothing.
Then I passed to the second, saying quick flatteries (beautiful, lovely, divine) to those who passed by me. Zero.
Third, I decided to get bold and join groups of women dancing alone, wasting charisma making myself funny, cool, and despicable. Failure.
I had forgotten how hard it is to break through the antisocial shield of cuties. More alone, without your friend careta, king of the scam that makes you laugh.
Forbidden to give up, I asked for another drink and already fell into the shameful fourth way of the loser. Looking for half-drunk cuties and becoming an opportunist... and it seemed like they tolerated better the alcohol than me, or none took any. Already halfway furious, biting my lip I went back to option one, reconsidering option five, humiliating for my ego, which is paying a slut. The drought continued hard and paired. Already my subconscious was drilling my head how can you be so marginal? Really started to get desperate when distractedly almost bumped into a brunette who looked at me for half a second. I rush in quickly: Did they leave you alone? Yes Signaling with the head to two very chatty girls with two skinny guys. I extend my hands to dance, and after a brief hesitation and some insistence from me, she takes them with a small smile, silencing my damn subconscious and opening the floodgates of flow. blood-red of my penis:
_Disculpá si no se seguirte este ritmo_ I say
_All right, I'm not very good at dancing_ she says
_What's your name?_ I say
_Susana_ she says
_How beautiful you are, Susana_ I say, after a pause
_Thank you! You're very charming_ she says
_What a big one, Dad! You've got it inside Susi!_ my penis says, but isn't heard
She tells me later, after a ping-pong of questions, that she's 47 years old, has three children, is separated, and works as a housewife who goes to the gym four times a week. And I tell you: She didn't look her age at all. Black hair, long, straightened, and slightly tousled; plump but not fat, well-formed, toned. With a tube animal-print dress, short and revealing, which showed off some beautiful breasts, normal size. We danced bachata, then rubbed against each other a bit, I lifted her hand to make her spin around, but to my surprise she stopped halfway through and subtly looked at me sideways as if saying I've got something for you, take a look if it interests you
Thanks, old guys, for making me a man! Yes, an ass that was more than seven, and I moved it like an expert, the veteran, nothing to envy from the young girls around. Practically I ravished her with her clothes on, I sucked her neck, and we ended up in a trance.
Maybe after that she felt moral remorse and said:
_It's too late, I have to go_ I had told her earlier that she didn't live far away, so I think it was my penis, swollen and doing ventriloquism with my throat, that quickly answered:
_After this wonderful night, the least I can do is take you home_
She hesitated for a few seconds and finally accepted, but added:
_OK, but to my house? Eh?_
_Si, obvio_
Knowing that her children lived with her, the chance of getting her was remote, but hope is the last thing that's lost. Playing on the high probability that she's an opportunistic hot woman who would leave me with a blown fuse and a full mate, we embark on the journey. She very much Silent and nervous, it was noticeable that she kind of regretted having accepted, not usually getting into any car and being quite alert and defensive. I knew the trip would be short, so I made a barrage of sappy phrases to calm her down:
_No I can believe they left you alone_ I say
_Everything's fine, as long as we leave, we always go our separate ways_
_Actually, I'm saying it about your ex, you're divine inside and out_
_He's a son of a slut, I kicked him out, sorete_ she responds with fury, brushing off resentful tears
_Alert! Urgent evasive action, change the subject already!_ my cock urges me
_I love how you take care of yourself and pay attention to every detail, you make your natural beauty something supernatural, without falling into clichés; and you complement it with your freshness and transparency. You're unique, I'm lucky to have found you_
_She looks at me as if I just recited an algebraic theorem, honestly, it's a odyssey for me to flatter a woman elegantly without seeming like a dance hall chump, but she smiles and responds:
_Ja, ja, how handsome you are, too bad you could almost be my son_
_Thanks to fate that I'm not, or I'd stay with the urge to do this_
_I pull over the car and jump on top of her with a leap, stalking my prey as she laughs nervously and runs away, saying:
_Ja, ja, no. Get out_
_All I want is to give you a tender hug for the lovely night we spent_ I say, making myself sweet
_Okay, fine, let's go then, I want to get home. There's not much left_
_I support her chin on my shoulder and start hugging her with my arms. I breathe softly in her ear and whisper another batch of sappy phrases, so she can keep calming down and getting comfortable. I give her kisses on the neck until she lets out a relaxed sigh. I grab her face with one hand and kiss her mouth. Meanwhile, with the other hand, I touch everything that defines her as a woman_
_It was very early in the morning, an empty street, and I had polarized windows, so There were no risks of exhibitionism. With the semi- foggy glasses from both our gasps, I buried my hand under her skirt, searching for her hot zone. She loved my boldness, let out a small scream and grabbed my neck tightly. I sucked two fingers and caressed her superficially, running her pantyhose to one side. She arched her back twisted with pleasure. I put her hand on my cock and she started massaging it over the clothes. I made her suck my fingers and plug them into her pussy with a bit more depth. She screamed even louder and locked eyes with me. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were screaming take me and fuck me, and my cock was screaming back at her. I obeyed both of us, as my car is small, so I made her kneel down on the seat, embracing the backrest, so I could lift up her dress a bit and lower her underwear. Placed behind her, I pounded her pussy until she gave in (she had no more power to resist!). Making subtle circular movements with my pelvis, I leaned on her back and whispered softly in her ear: Slow or hard? Kill me, you son of a slut Me caught that ass without pause, her tits danced, her mouth howled, and her hands scratched my upholstery. I grabbed her tits tightly while riding her, increased my pace, and she closed her eyes with that classic dual feminine expression of pleasure and suffering. I gave her a hard thrust and pulled back a bit to take a breath from all the violence. Her tiny ass started moving on its own. It slid expertly over my cock and said like a baby: Give it to me, give it to me, pussy damelá I slapped her butt and with her scream, I went back to violent sex. Her pussy began convulsing and milked my cock. I deposited last week's cum on her back. Cursing at the dress, which she reproached me for in a very bad mood (I wasn't going to lick my car), and immediately I threw myself exhausted, gasping for the stale and hot air, onto the seat of driver. We settled in and got dressed, I handed him the orange sweatshirt to clean his clothes, walked him a couple of blocks further and went back home. My sleepy and happy cock, didn't say a word for a good while.Greetings with the left hand, Kiki
The day I broke up with my ex was a Saturday. Of course, I felt the anxiety and commotion of any breakup, but since I was the one who ended things, I wasn't devastated on the floor. Obviously, I wouldn't stay alone at home depressed on a Saturday night. I wanted to go out, I wanted to grab! And with my cock as copilot, my dignity along, so I didn't want to pay a slut, I wanted to feel the satisfaction of going hunting, picking up a cutie and taking her to bed. Feeling like a good provider but without the ease of paying, you understand, right?
I grabbed my cell phone and went through my agenda, since I had just broken up with a jealous cutie, my female contacts disappeared, so I tried to locate my old party friends, tell them about my situation and plans. By now, I'm 33 years old, so finding single friends without kids who are willing to go out at the last minute is... complicated, impossible for me. I'm staying alone this Saturday with a low feeling and wanting to put her? Not even in hell, I have a car so I'll go out alone.
I chose a bowling alley where there's variety of age, in this place the girls oscillated between 20 and 60 years old, with most young ones... like having high-spectrum options.
I arrived early so I sat down to take strong drinks for a while, to potentiate my disinhibition and euphoria, while the place filled up.
I searched first for the easy way, walking back and forth with random stops, waiting for some girl to look at me with good vibes to talk to her. Nothing.
Then I passed to the second, saying quick flatteries (beautiful, lovely, divine) to those who passed by me. Zero.
Third, I decided to get bold and join groups of women dancing alone, wasting charisma making myself funny, cool, and despicable. Failure.
I had forgotten how hard it is to break through the antisocial shield of cuties. More alone, without your friend careta, king of the scam that makes you laugh.
Forbidden to give up, I asked for another drink and already fell into the shameful fourth way of the loser. Looking for half-drunk cuties and becoming an opportunist... and it seemed like they tolerated better the alcohol than me, or none took any. Already halfway furious, biting my lip I went back to option one, reconsidering option five, humiliating for my ego, which is paying a slut. The drought continued hard and paired. Already my subconscious was drilling my head how can you be so marginal? Really started to get desperate when distractedly almost bumped into a brunette who looked at me for half a second. I rush in quickly: Did they leave you alone? Yes Signaling with the head to two very chatty girls with two skinny guys. I extend my hands to dance, and after a brief hesitation and some insistence from me, she takes them with a small smile, silencing my damn subconscious and opening the floodgates of flow. blood-red of my penis:
_Disculpá si no se seguirte este ritmo_ I say
_All right, I'm not very good at dancing_ she says
_What's your name?_ I say
_Susana_ she says
_How beautiful you are, Susana_ I say, after a pause
_Thank you! You're very charming_ she says
_What a big one, Dad! You've got it inside Susi!_ my penis says, but isn't heard
She tells me later, after a ping-pong of questions, that she's 47 years old, has three children, is separated, and works as a housewife who goes to the gym four times a week. And I tell you: She didn't look her age at all. Black hair, long, straightened, and slightly tousled; plump but not fat, well-formed, toned. With a tube animal-print dress, short and revealing, which showed off some beautiful breasts, normal size. We danced bachata, then rubbed against each other a bit, I lifted her hand to make her spin around, but to my surprise she stopped halfway through and subtly looked at me sideways as if saying I've got something for you, take a look if it interests you
Thanks, old guys, for making me a man! Yes, an ass that was more than seven, and I moved it like an expert, the veteran, nothing to envy from the young girls around. Practically I ravished her with her clothes on, I sucked her neck, and we ended up in a trance.
Maybe after that she felt moral remorse and said:
_It's too late, I have to go_ I had told her earlier that she didn't live far away, so I think it was my penis, swollen and doing ventriloquism with my throat, that quickly answered:
_After this wonderful night, the least I can do is take you home_
She hesitated for a few seconds and finally accepted, but added:
_OK, but to my house? Eh?_
_Si, obvio_
Knowing that her children lived with her, the chance of getting her was remote, but hope is the last thing that's lost. Playing on the high probability that she's an opportunistic hot woman who would leave me with a blown fuse and a full mate, we embark on the journey. She very much Silent and nervous, it was noticeable that she kind of regretted having accepted, not usually getting into any car and being quite alert and defensive. I knew the trip would be short, so I made a barrage of sappy phrases to calm her down:
_No I can believe they left you alone_ I say
_Everything's fine, as long as we leave, we always go our separate ways_
_Actually, I'm saying it about your ex, you're divine inside and out_
_He's a son of a slut, I kicked him out, sorete_ she responds with fury, brushing off resentful tears
_Alert! Urgent evasive action, change the subject already!_ my cock urges me
_I love how you take care of yourself and pay attention to every detail, you make your natural beauty something supernatural, without falling into clichés; and you complement it with your freshness and transparency. You're unique, I'm lucky to have found you_
_She looks at me as if I just recited an algebraic theorem, honestly, it's a odyssey for me to flatter a woman elegantly without seeming like a dance hall chump, but she smiles and responds:
_Ja, ja, how handsome you are, too bad you could almost be my son_
_Thanks to fate that I'm not, or I'd stay with the urge to do this_
_I pull over the car and jump on top of her with a leap, stalking my prey as she laughs nervously and runs away, saying:
_Ja, ja, no. Get out_
_All I want is to give you a tender hug for the lovely night we spent_ I say, making myself sweet
_Okay, fine, let's go then, I want to get home. There's not much left_
_I support her chin on my shoulder and start hugging her with my arms. I breathe softly in her ear and whisper another batch of sappy phrases, so she can keep calming down and getting comfortable. I give her kisses on the neck until she lets out a relaxed sigh. I grab her face with one hand and kiss her mouth. Meanwhile, with the other hand, I touch everything that defines her as a woman_
_It was very early in the morning, an empty street, and I had polarized windows, so There were no risks of exhibitionism. With the semi- foggy glasses from both our gasps, I buried my hand under her skirt, searching for her hot zone. She loved my boldness, let out a small scream and grabbed my neck tightly. I sucked two fingers and caressed her superficially, running her pantyhose to one side. She arched her back twisted with pleasure. I put her hand on my cock and she started massaging it over the clothes. I made her suck my fingers and plug them into her pussy with a bit more depth. She screamed even louder and locked eyes with me. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were screaming take me and fuck me, and my cock was screaming back at her. I obeyed both of us, as my car is small, so I made her kneel down on the seat, embracing the backrest, so I could lift up her dress a bit and lower her underwear. Placed behind her, I pounded her pussy until she gave in (she had no more power to resist!). Making subtle circular movements with my pelvis, I leaned on her back and whispered softly in her ear: Slow or hard? Kill me, you son of a slut Me caught that ass without pause, her tits danced, her mouth howled, and her hands scratched my upholstery. I grabbed her tits tightly while riding her, increased my pace, and she closed her eyes with that classic dual feminine expression of pleasure and suffering. I gave her a hard thrust and pulled back a bit to take a breath from all the violence. Her tiny ass started moving on its own. It slid expertly over my cock and said like a baby: Give it to me, give it to me, pussy damelá I slapped her butt and with her scream, I went back to violent sex. Her pussy began convulsing and milked my cock. I deposited last week's cum on her back. Cursing at the dress, which she reproached me for in a very bad mood (I wasn't going to lick my car), and immediately I threw myself exhausted, gasping for the stale and hot air, onto the seat of driver. We settled in and got dressed, I handed him the orange sweatshirt to clean his clothes, walked him a couple of blocks further and went back home. My sleepy and happy cock, didn't say a word for a good while.Greetings with the left hand, Kiki
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