Hello, I wanted to let you know that I'm on Instagram and have started posting my stories a little at a time. @vinlansaga_relatos
This short story I already posted but I'm re-doing it with a few changes, it's better for me.
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[A few years ago, a Colombian woman added me on Facebook. Apparently she liked a comment, so she saw my profile picture and thought it was interesting. The photo was an image of a sunset in Viña del Mar. I started looking at her profile, as is customary with everyone. I'm very curious, I admit. Her short hair highlighted her cheekbones. She wore glasses, freckles, and eyes that change with the light. We started chatting, talking about everything. Our habits, climates, foods, music, jobs. She told me she thought it was interesting to have someone with content to discuss any topic wisely. The first time we chatted I was on vacation. I wanted to see her naked photos, but I had patience and didn't even suggest it. When we talked via webcam, she would throw compliments and kisses and not much more beyond that. We talked, showed off our knick-knacks, and said goodbye.
I still remember her strange Pantera Rosa plush toy, her small library, and her captivating accent that seems to be printed in Colombian genetics.
...
One day I told her my birthday was approaching.
I was about to ask her what she would give me (You know that's a rhetorical question) and a photo arrived. She was on the towel, and despite that, you could tell her body fulfilled all the standards of Latin beauty. Curvy hips, strong legs, and enviable attributes. I wanted more and more.
...
A series of photos started arriving, showing herself with a lace bra. The composition of lights, the voluptuous body, poses, attitude, made them calendar-worthy. I couldn't remember when I had gotten so excited over such suggestive photos. She showed me that you don't always need to be explicit. I wanted to see her naked, of course, but decided to wait for another occasion.
...
... video call. She was in her room and I was in mine.
-It's hot, isn't it?
My shirt flew away somewhere while I looked at the screen waiting for her reaction. I wanted to show off my arms and pale skin.
-It's your turn, tunjina.-I said
-You mean tunjana.
She went to the bathroom and I wondered why she didn't undress there, would they open the door? Or wouldn't she want them to see her? I noticed that under her shirt she was covering herself with one of those sports bras only big-breasted women can wear. I got ready lying down looking at the laptop with great anticipation.
-Shall we take off our clothes in three seconds?-She asked
-Of course! But all, nothing.
I had never undressed in front of the camera before, but let's be honest, I wasn't going to hesitate much either. She would lift her sports bra and I would lower my pants. Her two breasts fell like a waterfall and I was hypnotized by her body. They were huge and armed, with areolas as big as hers. I was surprised that my first sexting was with a sex symbol Colombian woman. She smiled shyly and curiously. She looked at my underwear with desire. It was something new for both of us, maybe.
-Let's take off everything-I said
Without thinking, I put my hand in my tight boxers and she said Ash, it's tasty... without taking her eyes off the screen. I turned the camera back to my face and told her: I want to see you too.
We were with a bit of adrenaline, the atmosphere led us to take off our underwear. Each one started touching themselves and it didn't matter if we looked or not. There was more than just two bodies.
I closed my eyes and touched myself for a while. Every time I focused on mine so she wouldn't see me stop touching myself. It was my trick to last longer. She was stimulating herself and seemed to have more hands than normal, they were all over her body. We tried not to make noise. I was so hypnotized that I wasn't paying attention to anything else but her. I came in my belly button. She was curious about seeing me and showed it to me. My stomach was very wet.
That time was rushed although...
placentera, but it wasn't the only one.
We spent several months chatting. Every now and then we'd make a videocall to talk or masturbate. We tried to be original and have a surprise each time. It was very fun. Every now and then I'd sweet-talk her ear, like a poet that I am, trying not to fall into bland and impersonal words.
Time passed and the flame went out. She got engaged. It seemed serious.
We stayed in touch without any erotic load.
One day I woke up with a message. I already knew her too well to know what it was about. The conversation turned hot, and she sent me photos. I gave her the thumbs-up for 15 minutes. I got wet she said. She showed how she was holding her underwear with her legs and her hand was all sticky. It was her first photo with that tone.
After that we connected by webcam. We talked about everything once more. She mentioned that her fiancé lived far away and they only saw each other sporadically. I saw it as a sign of emptiness and also as her reason for still seeing me. Or maybe it was an excuse?
Being the one who attends to someone's girlfriend has always seemed enigmatic to me. I interpret it as being someone who complements the sexual activity that can't be satisfied by a third party.
At some point I told her to make my hands hers. I started indicating where she should go, and so she was feeling like her hands were foreign.
-Where would you start? Here?
She pointed to her lips, cheek, then sucked on it and began to descend slowly. She took her bra and stretched it with mischief. Suspicions stood out even when lying down.
-Don't you feel like a tickle? Don't you feel like I'm touching you?
-Ash... I never thought of it that way. It seems like you're here.- She said with a forced voice.
She seemed to be suggesting herself with each word, as if imagination was part of reality. I saw her playing, sometimes teaching, other times getting distracted and focusing on the game.
-My right hand touches your pubic area and you grab it tightly. You don't let go. I kiss you. My Hand up, gently caress your entire body. It clings to your waist, kisses your belly button. You feel warmth, the weight of my body. Then I climb up, my arms pressing yours. I fear your nipples. My tongue snakes around everywhere, leaving marks of humidity wherever it goes. I put you on your side and keep licking your waist, your back, until it becomes rough. My hand takes hold of your hair, your head goes back and your back feels each time more strongly as if I would never let go. You close your eyes and almost guessing where each part of my body is, you start to feel around.
I showed her my penis. It was very hard, I took it with my hand and moved it up and down in a nearly mechanical way.
-Ah, what's tasty, touch the testicles that excite me, I would love to suck it like this with my tongue-, she said, and nodded to follow me.
She was on her bed in the dark, showing me her body with the flash. I was with all the lights on. I was showing her my penis and stomach, sometimes my face so she could see how I enjoyed the night.
Once more, I saw her wet vagina, showing me that we had done a good job. That made me crazy. I really enjoyed my company and I did too.
-Call me when you need it, I'll be there because I'm having a great time.
-I will... You don't know how much I miss your words.
This short story I already posted but I'm re-doing it with a few changes, it's better for me.
...
[A few years ago, a Colombian woman added me on Facebook. Apparently she liked a comment, so she saw my profile picture and thought it was interesting. The photo was an image of a sunset in Viña del Mar. I started looking at her profile, as is customary with everyone. I'm very curious, I admit. Her short hair highlighted her cheekbones. She wore glasses, freckles, and eyes that change with the light. We started chatting, talking about everything. Our habits, climates, foods, music, jobs. She told me she thought it was interesting to have someone with content to discuss any topic wisely. The first time we chatted I was on vacation. I wanted to see her naked photos, but I had patience and didn't even suggest it. When we talked via webcam, she would throw compliments and kisses and not much more beyond that. We talked, showed off our knick-knacks, and said goodbye.
I still remember her strange Pantera Rosa plush toy, her small library, and her captivating accent that seems to be printed in Colombian genetics.
...
One day I told her my birthday was approaching.
I was about to ask her what she would give me (You know that's a rhetorical question) and a photo arrived. She was on the towel, and despite that, you could tell her body fulfilled all the standards of Latin beauty. Curvy hips, strong legs, and enviable attributes. I wanted more and more.
...
A series of photos started arriving, showing herself with a lace bra. The composition of lights, the voluptuous body, poses, attitude, made them calendar-worthy. I couldn't remember when I had gotten so excited over such suggestive photos. She showed me that you don't always need to be explicit. I wanted to see her naked, of course, but decided to wait for another occasion.
...
... video call. She was in her room and I was in mine.
-It's hot, isn't it?
My shirt flew away somewhere while I looked at the screen waiting for her reaction. I wanted to show off my arms and pale skin.
-It's your turn, tunjina.-I said
-You mean tunjana.
She went to the bathroom and I wondered why she didn't undress there, would they open the door? Or wouldn't she want them to see her? I noticed that under her shirt she was covering herself with one of those sports bras only big-breasted women can wear. I got ready lying down looking at the laptop with great anticipation.
-Shall we take off our clothes in three seconds?-She asked
-Of course! But all, nothing.
I had never undressed in front of the camera before, but let's be honest, I wasn't going to hesitate much either. She would lift her sports bra and I would lower my pants. Her two breasts fell like a waterfall and I was hypnotized by her body. They were huge and armed, with areolas as big as hers. I was surprised that my first sexting was with a sex symbol Colombian woman. She smiled shyly and curiously. She looked at my underwear with desire. It was something new for both of us, maybe.
-Let's take off everything-I said
Without thinking, I put my hand in my tight boxers and she said Ash, it's tasty... without taking her eyes off the screen. I turned the camera back to my face and told her: I want to see you too.
We were with a bit of adrenaline, the atmosphere led us to take off our underwear. Each one started touching themselves and it didn't matter if we looked or not. There was more than just two bodies.
I closed my eyes and touched myself for a while. Every time I focused on mine so she wouldn't see me stop touching myself. It was my trick to last longer. She was stimulating herself and seemed to have more hands than normal, they were all over her body. We tried not to make noise. I was so hypnotized that I wasn't paying attention to anything else but her. I came in my belly button. She was curious about seeing me and showed it to me. My stomach was very wet.
That time was rushed although...
placentera, but it wasn't the only one.
We spent several months chatting. Every now and then we'd make a videocall to talk or masturbate. We tried to be original and have a surprise each time. It was very fun. Every now and then I'd sweet-talk her ear, like a poet that I am, trying not to fall into bland and impersonal words.
Time passed and the flame went out. She got engaged. It seemed serious.
We stayed in touch without any erotic load.
One day I woke up with a message. I already knew her too well to know what it was about. The conversation turned hot, and she sent me photos. I gave her the thumbs-up for 15 minutes. I got wet she said. She showed how she was holding her underwear with her legs and her hand was all sticky. It was her first photo with that tone.
After that we connected by webcam. We talked about everything once more. She mentioned that her fiancé lived far away and they only saw each other sporadically. I saw it as a sign of emptiness and also as her reason for still seeing me. Or maybe it was an excuse?
Being the one who attends to someone's girlfriend has always seemed enigmatic to me. I interpret it as being someone who complements the sexual activity that can't be satisfied by a third party.
At some point I told her to make my hands hers. I started indicating where she should go, and so she was feeling like her hands were foreign.
-Where would you start? Here?
She pointed to her lips, cheek, then sucked on it and began to descend slowly. She took her bra and stretched it with mischief. Suspicions stood out even when lying down.
-Don't you feel like a tickle? Don't you feel like I'm touching you?
-Ash... I never thought of it that way. It seems like you're here.- She said with a forced voice.
She seemed to be suggesting herself with each word, as if imagination was part of reality. I saw her playing, sometimes teaching, other times getting distracted and focusing on the game.
-My right hand touches your pubic area and you grab it tightly. You don't let go. I kiss you. My Hand up, gently caress your entire body. It clings to your waist, kisses your belly button. You feel warmth, the weight of my body. Then I climb up, my arms pressing yours. I fear your nipples. My tongue snakes around everywhere, leaving marks of humidity wherever it goes. I put you on your side and keep licking your waist, your back, until it becomes rough. My hand takes hold of your hair, your head goes back and your back feels each time more strongly as if I would never let go. You close your eyes and almost guessing where each part of my body is, you start to feel around.
I showed her my penis. It was very hard, I took it with my hand and moved it up and down in a nearly mechanical way.
-Ah, what's tasty, touch the testicles that excite me, I would love to suck it like this with my tongue-, she said, and nodded to follow me.
She was on her bed in the dark, showing me her body with the flash. I was with all the lights on. I was showing her my penis and stomach, sometimes my face so she could see how I enjoyed the night.
Once more, I saw her wet vagina, showing me that we had done a good job. That made me crazy. I really enjoyed my company and I did too.
-Call me when you need it, I'll be there because I'm having a great time.
-I will... You don't know how much I miss your words.
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