Hello good stories, the truth is that being 2 am my husband sleeping, my girls also...I have a headache in my head that I can't take it anymore...I'm sitting alone in the warmth of my kitchen with a coffee and writing what I'm going through, they'll ask if I do it for release...if ...it's possible that yes, they'll ask if I do it for feeling lonely...if it's possible and I don't realize, I'll write as well as I can and be as specific as possible...believe me, I can't take it anymore...but I can't stop.
I'm 56 years old (READ WELL...56 YEARS!!!!!), I keep myself in shape, normal body, when I say woman normal is to say like any woman, I feel good, not a model but I like taking care of myself especially because I discharge daily tensions with oneself, usually go to solarium, hairdresser, manicure...I mean I like being well, I've been married for 28 years, I'm a teacher, my husband is an accountant, I have beautiful twin daughters aged 10 who are my ground but in this last part of my life (in some places they say that from 50 onwards it's your last part of life) I don't know what's happening to me...despite being in terrible sin I can't stop...many times I cry alone or try hard at the gym to get rid of this pain or madness.
I have a happy, normal life with daily situations as always, with a bed with my husband that I don't complain about...but why is this happening to me?...when we can and are alone we do it ..lately I'm telling the truth I don't reach orgasm not because I don't feel well or because my husband doesn't care if not because of what's happening to me ...it's more when my husband wants me I feel like the biggest trash...
Exactly one year ago, I met someone more than normal, a dude of 17 years old (yes, yes, read it well)...I'm writing it and can't believe it.. how I feel so nene he's so mature...like a dude that can drive me crazy, make me wet, cum more than three times when we're together, is the forbidden?...passion?...what awakened in me to do these... things when I'm formed in a normal family, with a beautiful married life and without complaining. Can we be so slutty women? A kitty, use the word: pussy, vulva, can drive a woman or man crazy... I can't believe what I'm living.
In reality, when I knew him as a regular student, nothing more than that happened... didn't pass because of the disaster he was in class... in a ball that he was in classes... constantly farting and not paying attention... not sleeping in class...
It's too long to count, but everything happened on a school turn... I'm 6 blocks from home to the school... at the exit of the late hour, I returned by the same side as the one... night closed... something warm... we were chatting like any person maybe from my part asking if he had a girlfriend... I don't know how it happened but in total darkness I kissed him and I, like a fool or slut, didn't reject him and kissed him with more passion... how did this happen... what were his last words or mine honestly I don't know... the only thing I remember is a semi-underground wall... total darkness... no one on the street... and that orange blossom smell that intoxicates me with peace, tenderness, and hellish heat. Feeling his body against mine, his hands on my waist, some kisses that attached me to him like a brand of fire... I keep asking myself how someone so small could transmit that to me... feeling his skin, his lips... his perfume... feeling that passion in our kisses...
That evening night apart from kissing each other like crazy... I felt for the first time something that never happened to me in years... I reached my orgasm standing up, it's incredible how I vibrate while standing and feeling those kisses... I remember his kisses were so warm as rough... I felt his tongue on my ear, my neck... what captivated me most were the kisses on my neck, I was all drooling but I loved being that way... I think that's what made me crazy like it did, I touched my breasts, my ass and touched my pussy above my pants logically both of us reached climax... he finished in his pants and I orgasm was unique... it was a madness to feel so much with our clothes on... feeling that mouth, his tongue... his erection... when we reached that moment of lust devouring each other's mouths... when we managed to stop this... only then did we look around at everyone as if trying to understand the sin we were living... we didn't say anything... but I felt shame but he with his warm and soft hand was caressing my face and not stopping giving me kisses... soft kisses... little kisses with a unique tenderness, I remember taking his hand and saying...
-wait... don't do anything else, please... I don't feel well...
I had a crazy desire to cry, I felt bad... I managed to put on my clothes as best I could and left walking home... that day when I arrived at home after bathing I prayed and told myself NO GOD how did I get here... the stomach pain I had can't be described... I acted as normally as possible with a tired face... ate as much as I could... they talked to me about everything that happened during the day but I don't remember anything... I was in another world... that night I couldn't sleep.
The next day I didn't go to school... I had classes in the morning and afternoon (full day) but I didn't want to go, I called out of school and took a surprise day off (shame?... yes... madness... yes... very much so)... I thought about what I did all week, about the foolishness of adolescence, about the guy who sent me... took conscience and presented myself in my classes... far from thinking about what was coming to me (I imagined the parents at the door, the look of my classmates)... I walked to school and it's like I felt like I was going to the morgue... but it was all the opposite he was sitting on his bench... without looking at me or saying anything... it was a normal class... when the class ended I put away all my things, when I looked up there was no one in the classroom. Something that caught my attention... I imagined crazy things... they're waiting outside, is the police... thought I wouldn't leave me alone, that I would chase or spread it. But it was all the opposite... he didn't even look at me or at least not like that... believe me it bothered me that he didn't come near me. That he didn't... Tell me nothing, a glance… something …, inside me I was thinking... leave everything as it is... don't be a slut... that was my thought.
That week passed normally, normal classes, something boring, he didn't participate in anything... always with his eyes down... always the same way... never could see him look at me he wasn't looking at me... he was quiet. Impolite... on Wednesday after class, that typical moment of always from the dear bell when the hour ends... all the dudes leave like desperate, took courage and called him by his last name I wanted to know or hear him... he comes closer and I ask (knowing there was no one around) (MORE TRYING TO KNOW WHAT WAS HAPPENING, WITH SOME FEAR, INTRIGUE...)
-hello... how are you? Won't you speak to me again?
I look at him and he says...
-I'm fine... so are you?
I look at him and say...
-are you sure?
He looks at me and says...
-I'm fine but I don't want to bother you... feeling you talk makes me melt inside and looking at you leaves me speechless in your eyes. I can't get out of my mind what happened... I want you to be well, I want the best for you... I know I'll never exist for you, but this had to happen...
How could a 17-year-old dude be so mature?... I look at him and imagine him with his heart in his hand, I think I bought into it at that moment... felt my legs weaken... a shiver ran through me at that moment, I think I felt my heart racing and my pussy like it opened or I got wet immediately, I could only say... come with me, we talk better...
On the way (same path as that time) I sincerely asked him if he was talking to someone, whoever it might be, walking along I explained that what we did was by impulse, this is impossible to think about, speaking of it with someone from my family or friends... I'm married, respected with family. It wouldn't pass if I lose my family for this madness... I remember having a lump in my throat wanting to cry or run away but there was something that didn't let me want to keep walking with him... unfortunately... calentura...the intrigue...feeling good, there I told him that I'll never forget what happened...I don't know how it happened but closing my eyes again we were kissing like crazy...in that dark place, in the same place...on this occasion I enjoyed it much more because he kissed me with a lot of love, with passion...maybe abusing how I was kissing him but he didn't stay behind...in all that fagina of kisses I remember we were desperate for passion...he let me touch him with great pleasure...
...he undressed my pants, under the zipper and gave himself a lot of trouble to get to my pussy...he touched me with a softness that never happened before...logically running out of lubricant was literally pure water I was very wet...I felt his finger inside me...I felt his kisses, his tongue on my neck, my ears...
...he took his penis out of his pants, he touched it and started to suck it very softly, I loved that softness of skin...that illogical thought at the moment...I thought about something typical of his age...believe me, that curiosity mixed with heat made me think he was more small but even that surprised me...I loved the size...
a quantity of pre-seminal liquid that I won't tell you. What I remember most is that he put his penis like it was inside my pink thong...not a penetration when we were standing up, but I felt his head...his liquids...I felt that friction and heat logically that friction turned into frenetic speed that exploded inside my thong...
I felt his sperm mixed with my juices (enormous amount of sperm)...it was the most!!!! In short...I can't detail more of what I explained...just imagine what it was like walking home...only for those who understand what happens in those momentsWhy can a little boy do these things to me? Because I feel what I feel. Why do I end up with such a big age difference? Can there be this heat with so much generational shock? ...because it drives me crazy when he comes on; I can't tell him...Not for AnythingIn less than a year, which is what I'm living now, it makes me do what it wants and they know that's the worst...I'm its slave. I like what it does to me, how it makes me feel, when it grabs my hair...what surprises me most about myself is that I feel good, I feel like a slut, I feel dirty...I love giving him pleasure, I love riding him...I feel free with it...I don't have words, how can it be that even my husband doesn't make me do it but I suck his booty, ...it goes crazy and there's the most slutty part of me...I like putting my finger in...before it puts its fingers in my pussy and after both of us suck our fingers...that passion I can't really describe what I feel. Do I feel fear?If...in a time now not...I don't see him very mature, very mentally healthy...that is to say he knows I am totally his in bedbut that can't just go on like that...Did I tell someone?No...to nobody... only these words that I am writing in my notebook at 2:30 am in my kitchen... accompanied by a coffee and with these pinches that only those women who go through or went through this know.
I do strange and crazy things, example to be comfortable and not do it like a slut in some field or in my family car (family car) I started renting temporary apartments to be comfortable with him, without rushes... I started accepting what he asks for (example ... I usually wear no thong at school... he tells me to comb my hair in a certain way or put on such and such pants or skirt, I adore feeling it... in the years of marriage never but never swallowed semen from my husband... with him after doing what he wants always ejaculates in my mouth and the worst is that I swallow until the last drop....
Why do I allow this?...what's happening to me?...what could have happened for me to have this heat with a dude 39 years younger than me...my husband only made me have anal sex maximum twice in our marriage relationship...I don't know if it's my husband who doesn't know how to do it or that but I never liked doing it, I'm not saying it's not pleasant but many times (for those who understand... there are unwanted gifts... in contrast with him he always makes me Booty, I feel that liquid inside mine is gushing...I don't feel fear for things that come out...I feel good...
I don't know how to end it...I feel good despite the craziness that's happening to me. I pray and ask God to help me...I don't think he'll listen with this sin that I can't stop either or am conscious if I fall in love what I'm trying to do is consent or give him what he wants...
I'm 56 years old (READ WELL...56 YEARS!!!!!), I keep myself in shape, normal body, when I say woman normal is to say like any woman, I feel good, not a model but I like taking care of myself especially because I discharge daily tensions with oneself, usually go to solarium, hairdresser, manicure...I mean I like being well, I've been married for 28 years, I'm a teacher, my husband is an accountant, I have beautiful twin daughters aged 10 who are my ground but in this last part of my life (in some places they say that from 50 onwards it's your last part of life) I don't know what's happening to me...despite being in terrible sin I can't stop...many times I cry alone or try hard at the gym to get rid of this pain or madness.
I have a happy, normal life with daily situations as always, with a bed with my husband that I don't complain about...but why is this happening to me?...when we can and are alone we do it ..lately I'm telling the truth I don't reach orgasm not because I don't feel well or because my husband doesn't care if not because of what's happening to me ...it's more when my husband wants me I feel like the biggest trash...
Exactly one year ago, I met someone more than normal, a dude of 17 years old (yes, yes, read it well)...I'm writing it and can't believe it.. how I feel so nene he's so mature...like a dude that can drive me crazy, make me wet, cum more than three times when we're together, is the forbidden?...passion?...what awakened in me to do these... things when I'm formed in a normal family, with a beautiful married life and without complaining. Can we be so slutty women? A kitty, use the word: pussy, vulva, can drive a woman or man crazy... I can't believe what I'm living.
In reality, when I knew him as a regular student, nothing more than that happened... didn't pass because of the disaster he was in class... in a ball that he was in classes... constantly farting and not paying attention... not sleeping in class...
It's too long to count, but everything happened on a school turn... I'm 6 blocks from home to the school... at the exit of the late hour, I returned by the same side as the one... night closed... something warm... we were chatting like any person maybe from my part asking if he had a girlfriend... I don't know how it happened but in total darkness I kissed him and I, like a fool or slut, didn't reject him and kissed him with more passion... how did this happen... what were his last words or mine honestly I don't know... the only thing I remember is a semi-underground wall... total darkness... no one on the street... and that orange blossom smell that intoxicates me with peace, tenderness, and hellish heat. Feeling his body against mine, his hands on my waist, some kisses that attached me to him like a brand of fire... I keep asking myself how someone so small could transmit that to me... feeling his skin, his lips... his perfume... feeling that passion in our kisses...
That evening night apart from kissing each other like crazy... I felt for the first time something that never happened to me in years... I reached my orgasm standing up, it's incredible how I vibrate while standing and feeling those kisses... I remember his kisses were so warm as rough... I felt his tongue on my ear, my neck... what captivated me most were the kisses on my neck, I was all drooling but I loved being that way... I think that's what made me crazy like it did, I touched my breasts, my ass and touched my pussy above my pants logically both of us reached climax... he finished in his pants and I orgasm was unique... it was a madness to feel so much with our clothes on... feeling that mouth, his tongue... his erection... when we reached that moment of lust devouring each other's mouths... when we managed to stop this... only then did we look around at everyone as if trying to understand the sin we were living... we didn't say anything... but I felt shame but he with his warm and soft hand was caressing my face and not stopping giving me kisses... soft kisses... little kisses with a unique tenderness, I remember taking his hand and saying...
-wait... don't do anything else, please... I don't feel well...
I had a crazy desire to cry, I felt bad... I managed to put on my clothes as best I could and left walking home... that day when I arrived at home after bathing I prayed and told myself NO GOD how did I get here... the stomach pain I had can't be described... I acted as normally as possible with a tired face... ate as much as I could... they talked to me about everything that happened during the day but I don't remember anything... I was in another world... that night I couldn't sleep.
The next day I didn't go to school... I had classes in the morning and afternoon (full day) but I didn't want to go, I called out of school and took a surprise day off (shame?... yes... madness... yes... very much so)... I thought about what I did all week, about the foolishness of adolescence, about the guy who sent me... took conscience and presented myself in my classes... far from thinking about what was coming to me (I imagined the parents at the door, the look of my classmates)... I walked to school and it's like I felt like I was going to the morgue... but it was all the opposite he was sitting on his bench... without looking at me or saying anything... it was a normal class... when the class ended I put away all my things, when I looked up there was no one in the classroom. Something that caught my attention... I imagined crazy things... they're waiting outside, is the police... thought I wouldn't leave me alone, that I would chase or spread it. But it was all the opposite... he didn't even look at me or at least not like that... believe me it bothered me that he didn't come near me. That he didn't... Tell me nothing, a glance… something …, inside me I was thinking... leave everything as it is... don't be a slut... that was my thought.
That week passed normally, normal classes, something boring, he didn't participate in anything... always with his eyes down... always the same way... never could see him look at me he wasn't looking at me... he was quiet. Impolite... on Wednesday after class, that typical moment of always from the dear bell when the hour ends... all the dudes leave like desperate, took courage and called him by his last name I wanted to know or hear him... he comes closer and I ask (knowing there was no one around) (MORE TRYING TO KNOW WHAT WAS HAPPENING, WITH SOME FEAR, INTRIGUE...)
-hello... how are you? Won't you speak to me again?
I look at him and he says...
-I'm fine... so are you?
I look at him and say...
-are you sure?
He looks at me and says...
-I'm fine but I don't want to bother you... feeling you talk makes me melt inside and looking at you leaves me speechless in your eyes. I can't get out of my mind what happened... I want you to be well, I want the best for you... I know I'll never exist for you, but this had to happen...
How could a 17-year-old dude be so mature?... I look at him and imagine him with his heart in his hand, I think I bought into it at that moment... felt my legs weaken... a shiver ran through me at that moment, I think I felt my heart racing and my pussy like it opened or I got wet immediately, I could only say... come with me, we talk better...
On the way (same path as that time) I sincerely asked him if he was talking to someone, whoever it might be, walking along I explained that what we did was by impulse, this is impossible to think about, speaking of it with someone from my family or friends... I'm married, respected with family. It wouldn't pass if I lose my family for this madness... I remember having a lump in my throat wanting to cry or run away but there was something that didn't let me want to keep walking with him... unfortunately... calentura...the intrigue...feeling good, there I told him that I'll never forget what happened...I don't know how it happened but closing my eyes again we were kissing like crazy...in that dark place, in the same place...on this occasion I enjoyed it much more because he kissed me with a lot of love, with passion...maybe abusing how I was kissing him but he didn't stay behind...in all that fagina of kisses I remember we were desperate for passion...he let me touch him with great pleasure...
...he undressed my pants, under the zipper and gave himself a lot of trouble to get to my pussy...he touched me with a softness that never happened before...logically running out of lubricant was literally pure water I was very wet...I felt his finger inside me...I felt his kisses, his tongue on my neck, my ears...
...he took his penis out of his pants, he touched it and started to suck it very softly, I loved that softness of skin...that illogical thought at the moment...I thought about something typical of his age...believe me, that curiosity mixed with heat made me think he was more small but even that surprised me...I loved the size...
a quantity of pre-seminal liquid that I won't tell you. What I remember most is that he put his penis like it was inside my pink thong...not a penetration when we were standing up, but I felt his head...his liquids...I felt that friction and heat logically that friction turned into frenetic speed that exploded inside my thong...
I felt his sperm mixed with my juices (enormous amount of sperm)...it was the most!!!! In short...I can't detail more of what I explained...just imagine what it was like walking home...only for those who understand what happens in those momentsWhy can a little boy do these things to me? Because I feel what I feel. Why do I end up with such a big age difference? Can there be this heat with so much generational shock? ...because it drives me crazy when he comes on; I can't tell him...Not for AnythingIn less than a year, which is what I'm living now, it makes me do what it wants and they know that's the worst...I'm its slave. I like what it does to me, how it makes me feel, when it grabs my hair...what surprises me most about myself is that I feel good, I feel like a slut, I feel dirty...I love giving him pleasure, I love riding him...I feel free with it...I don't have words, how can it be that even my husband doesn't make me do it but I suck his booty, ...it goes crazy and there's the most slutty part of me...I like putting my finger in...before it puts its fingers in my pussy and after both of us suck our fingers...that passion I can't really describe what I feel. Do I feel fear?If...in a time now not...I don't see him very mature, very mentally healthy...that is to say he knows I am totally his in bedbut that can't just go on like that...Did I tell someone?No...to nobody... only these words that I am writing in my notebook at 2:30 am in my kitchen... accompanied by a coffee and with these pinches that only those women who go through or went through this know.
I do strange and crazy things, example to be comfortable and not do it like a slut in some field or in my family car (family car) I started renting temporary apartments to be comfortable with him, without rushes... I started accepting what he asks for (example ... I usually wear no thong at school... he tells me to comb my hair in a certain way or put on such and such pants or skirt, I adore feeling it... in the years of marriage never but never swallowed semen from my husband... with him after doing what he wants always ejaculates in my mouth and the worst is that I swallow until the last drop....
Why do I allow this?...what's happening to me?...what could have happened for me to have this heat with a dude 39 years younger than me...my husband only made me have anal sex maximum twice in our marriage relationship...I don't know if it's my husband who doesn't know how to do it or that but I never liked doing it, I'm not saying it's not pleasant but many times (for those who understand... there are unwanted gifts... in contrast with him he always makes me Booty, I feel that liquid inside mine is gushing...I don't feel fear for things that come out...I feel good...
I don't know how to end it...I feel good despite the craziness that's happening to me. I pray and ask God to help me...I don't think he'll listen with this sin that I can't stop either or am conscious if I fall in love what I'm trying to do is consent or give him what he wants...
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