There are situations that mark us in life, which we must keep quiet due to shame or discretion.
That Saturday in February a few years ago, I was about to start a relationship that would take me down unknown paths for me and at the same time make that cuck potential inside me since my adolescence bloom.
This is my first story, at the request of many who ask me to do so because it seems like the story is worth it. I'll be making several chapters and based on feedback, I'll deepen them.
But fundamentally, I write this so that someday Naty will be surprised by my PC unlocked and see how I narrate our history, and its reception among you. Of course, we can't tell these things to family, friends, and colleagues.
I'm Leandro, 41 years old, and this is my story:
A few days before that Saturday, I was sending hearts to any cute girl who appeared on Tinder. Suddenly, MATCH appears, and when I saw the woman's photo, dude, she was too beautiful. Toc Toc, and the chat began with a supposed Natalia, we moved to WhatsApp and decided to get rid of our doubts. So we agreed to meet at a bar, at the bar. While ordering a beer, I see her enter, smile at recognizing me... hell, it was even more beautiful than I expected. Natalia was a blonde who stood 1.70 meters tall, around thirty years old, with a precious face, not an angelic or promiscuous one, but rather seductive, with a mouth that already had me imagining visiting my friend, thin, wearing jeans, white blouse and high-heeled shoes, very calm and elegant at the same time. Nothing like my last Tinder dates, Naty was in another category. We sat down at a table, the conversation flowed with typical topics: work, study, family, climate, a little about the country's situation, until I wanted to know more about her chances of getting me. Of course, it cost me to get excited, but the blonde seemed entertained. When talking about books, she asked me:
N: Did you read 50 Shades?
Y: The book of movie? No, I have no idea.
N: I loved it, I'm a fan
Y: ah *I pretend to be distracted, I had fetters, wives, comforters, chain and bars from an old relationship*
N: but don't think anyone, I love the story of love, how she tries to heal Grey
Y: but isn't that something macho?
N: what do you say? If you don't know
Y: But do you like those games?
N: how are you going to ask me that, I don't know you
Y: don't get it!!
N: don't want to know everything already!
That small dialogue opened a lot of doors to my fantasies, I was always used to handling my sexual desire in the relationships I had, and this one was heading towards that.
My strategy was to let her have it, make her lose control, not showing her everything I knew about sex, or at least what I thought, but rather going along giving her little things. Then we kept talking about failed dates we had, and there I had the first symptom, in the last months I had many, suppose around 10.
She said to go out to smoke on the sidewalk, both of us do it and for the first time I noticed your cleavage,
N: what are you looking at like a fool?
Y: ehh is that I hadn't noticed your cleavage *I said naturally*
N: because I don't like showing myself, there are many guys around and I like only being looked at by men who I want
Y: and do you want me to look at you?
N: and what do you think? *and she blows the smoke from her mouth in my face*
I was already at a thousand, but I wanted to wait, noticing that something wasn't normal, doubts, even thinking if it wouldn't be an escort or a crazy person.
Naty had, ja and has, two beautiful natural breasts
It was the typical moment where you're feeling out your tastes and desires and until where it goes, but already had permission to look at her tits - Passed some hours and we kept talking until she said she was leaving, called the waitress and split the bill, paying half, I insisted on paying everything myself and she told me that feminism also means women should pay their part.
I was risking not rushing, that intrigue. When I got to my car, she stopped and looked at me, eating kisses on the mouth,
N: I needed to know how you were kissing and what I felt... I always do that if someone attracts me, so
Y: or rather, did I pass the test?
N: mm, I don't know, let's try again and be careful
This time I took the initiative and tried to give her a deep kiss but not sloppy or rough.
N: come on, let's go up.
We got into her car and kissed each other more intensely, my hands were playing with her cleavage and jeans, rubbing her pussy. She pulled out one of her breasts and had a hard, beautiful nipple that I started to caress. When I tried to lick it, she stopped me
N: enough... What are we left with? No sex on the first date
Y: you're right but it was just a tease
N: Of course, and one thing leads to another...
Y: because I let myself be carried away...
(I also found myself touching my cock without realizing it)
N: Are you touching yourself???? Ha ha
Y: yeah...
N: Let's see it...
Y: what? My... *I pointed to my package with my head*
N: yes, or what?
I wanted to take it slowly, but I found myself in a situation that had given me so much fear throughout my life, the size of my penis, which is not small, only 10 cm when erect and thin.
Y: no! You're crazy! We said no sex
N: well, as you like
Y: if I show it to you, will you kiss it? *I wanted those lips sucking my cock, I had already made the movie*
N: I don't suck anything, I'm not that way, I'm not anyone's toy, I told you
Y: ugh, how bad *already hot and thinking about getting hysterical and then relaxing*
N: do you kiss me? *in reference to her pussy*
Y: obvious, I love it
N: Great, next time we'll try again and see if you're just a show-off
Y: go ahead, and what about you? Do you let yourself get cum in the mouth?
N: I don't like it... but maybe... if after that you let me kiss you and share it,
Y: eehh *I made a face of disgust*
N: ja, as if I got off... Now go to your little house and jerk off, drink. *I had left myself paying*
We kissed, talked about how well we were doing and that soon We would meet up to go to a quiet hotel.
To here the pilot test, I hope your returns, thanks
That Saturday in February a few years ago, I was about to start a relationship that would take me down unknown paths for me and at the same time make that cuck potential inside me since my adolescence bloom.
This is my first story, at the request of many who ask me to do so because it seems like the story is worth it. I'll be making several chapters and based on feedback, I'll deepen them.
But fundamentally, I write this so that someday Naty will be surprised by my PC unlocked and see how I narrate our history, and its reception among you. Of course, we can't tell these things to family, friends, and colleagues.
I'm Leandro, 41 years old, and this is my story:
A few days before that Saturday, I was sending hearts to any cute girl who appeared on Tinder. Suddenly, MATCH appears, and when I saw the woman's photo, dude, she was too beautiful. Toc Toc, and the chat began with a supposed Natalia, we moved to WhatsApp and decided to get rid of our doubts. So we agreed to meet at a bar, at the bar. While ordering a beer, I see her enter, smile at recognizing me... hell, it was even more beautiful than I expected. Natalia was a blonde who stood 1.70 meters tall, around thirty years old, with a precious face, not an angelic or promiscuous one, but rather seductive, with a mouth that already had me imagining visiting my friend, thin, wearing jeans, white blouse and high-heeled shoes, very calm and elegant at the same time. Nothing like my last Tinder dates, Naty was in another category. We sat down at a table, the conversation flowed with typical topics: work, study, family, climate, a little about the country's situation, until I wanted to know more about her chances of getting me. Of course, it cost me to get excited, but the blonde seemed entertained. When talking about books, she asked me:
N: Did you read 50 Shades?
Y: The book of movie? No, I have no idea.
N: I loved it, I'm a fan
Y: ah *I pretend to be distracted, I had fetters, wives, comforters, chain and bars from an old relationship*
N: but don't think anyone, I love the story of love, how she tries to heal Grey
Y: but isn't that something macho?
N: what do you say? If you don't know
Y: But do you like those games?
N: how are you going to ask me that, I don't know you
Y: don't get it!!
N: don't want to know everything already!
That small dialogue opened a lot of doors to my fantasies, I was always used to handling my sexual desire in the relationships I had, and this one was heading towards that.
My strategy was to let her have it, make her lose control, not showing her everything I knew about sex, or at least what I thought, but rather going along giving her little things. Then we kept talking about failed dates we had, and there I had the first symptom, in the last months I had many, suppose around 10.
She said to go out to smoke on the sidewalk, both of us do it and for the first time I noticed your cleavage,
N: what are you looking at like a fool?
Y: ehh is that I hadn't noticed your cleavage *I said naturally*
N: because I don't like showing myself, there are many guys around and I like only being looked at by men who I want
Y: and do you want me to look at you?
N: and what do you think? *and she blows the smoke from her mouth in my face*
I was already at a thousand, but I wanted to wait, noticing that something wasn't normal, doubts, even thinking if it wouldn't be an escort or a crazy person.
Naty had, ja and has, two beautiful natural breasts
It was the typical moment where you're feeling out your tastes and desires and until where it goes, but already had permission to look at her tits - Passed some hours and we kept talking until she said she was leaving, called the waitress and split the bill, paying half, I insisted on paying everything myself and she told me that feminism also means women should pay their part.
I was risking not rushing, that intrigue. When I got to my car, she stopped and looked at me, eating kisses on the mouth,
N: I needed to know how you were kissing and what I felt... I always do that if someone attracts me, so
Y: or rather, did I pass the test?
N: mm, I don't know, let's try again and be careful
This time I took the initiative and tried to give her a deep kiss but not sloppy or rough.
N: come on, let's go up.
We got into her car and kissed each other more intensely, my hands were playing with her cleavage and jeans, rubbing her pussy. She pulled out one of her breasts and had a hard, beautiful nipple that I started to caress. When I tried to lick it, she stopped me
N: enough... What are we left with? No sex on the first date
Y: you're right but it was just a tease
N: Of course, and one thing leads to another...
Y: because I let myself be carried away...
(I also found myself touching my cock without realizing it)
N: Are you touching yourself???? Ha ha
Y: yeah...
N: Let's see it...
Y: what? My... *I pointed to my package with my head*
N: yes, or what?
I wanted to take it slowly, but I found myself in a situation that had given me so much fear throughout my life, the size of my penis, which is not small, only 10 cm when erect and thin.
Y: no! You're crazy! We said no sex
N: well, as you like
Y: if I show it to you, will you kiss it? *I wanted those lips sucking my cock, I had already made the movie*
N: I don't suck anything, I'm not that way, I'm not anyone's toy, I told you
Y: ugh, how bad *already hot and thinking about getting hysterical and then relaxing*
N: do you kiss me? *in reference to her pussy*
Y: obvious, I love it
N: Great, next time we'll try again and see if you're just a show-off
Y: go ahead, and what about you? Do you let yourself get cum in the mouth?
N: I don't like it... but maybe... if after that you let me kiss you and share it,
Y: eehh *I made a face of disgust*
N: ja, as if I got off... Now go to your little house and jerk off, drink. *I had left myself paying*
We kissed, talked about how well we were doing and that soon We would meet up to go to a quiet hotel.
To here the pilot test, I hope your returns, thanks
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