Between 19 and 36, many years passed, many men went through Kali's life, and she was a wife and mother.
At 36 years old, she fell madly in love with A. A man of her age, separated, sensual, and an excellent lover. It was one of the first infidelities in her life as a married woman. The most lacerating, because it almost made her leave her partner for the rest of her life and break up a loving family.
From afar, it was a tremendous mess, but in those days I felt like the man for her, for the rest of her life. Why? I came like gods, strong, hard, provoking an indescribable pleasure. That's what drew her to him most. Each time she wanted a little more of his sex and passion. Both would moan, he'd make her feel it, she'd feel him. She didn't orgasm unless it was with him.
I had already checked it in the many years of cohabitation with her husband. He was excited by tenderness, sweetness, softness. She by intensity, passionate sex until pain, sharp, extreme, urgent sensations.
His girlfriend, however, was also very sweet, and they would have fun, but when he said he needed to take her, she would obey happily, immediately, wherever they were. She was always ready for him. Essentially, she liked anal sex, and literally it tore her in two. He took her in public bathrooms, in a corner of a subway station on line A, in the office supply room where both worked. She, the president's secretary, and he, an accounts director. In his car whenever he felt like stopping. In a park. In his apartment elevator. On his motorcycle.
This season of hard and unrestrained sex and confusing feelings and fears, depression and tenderness, lasted for a couple of years.
Finally, one day when she was returning home to tell her husband that she was going to leave him because she was deeply in love with A, something stopped her and made her rethink. She chose to leave her lover.
Maybe I had also already sensed that, apart from those sex-marvelous encounters, the immense tenderness and enjoyment he shared with A would be nothing more, and everything would start turning into routine, like it usually happens in all cohabitation. It was a good decision. But it broke his heart and life. He missed him brutally. With his body and soul.
That experience with A pushed her to explore much deeper into her desires, her sexual impulses, and those uncertainties she had always had about pain and pleasure as a single sensation.
That need to explore -then he saw it clearly- came from times immemorial. Or perhaps not that much, but there were some roots of connection with small incidents in her childhood, in her very early childhood. That's how Kali discovered BDSM.
At 36 years old, she fell madly in love with A. A man of her age, separated, sensual, and an excellent lover. It was one of the first infidelities in her life as a married woman. The most lacerating, because it almost made her leave her partner for the rest of her life and break up a loving family.
From afar, it was a tremendous mess, but in those days I felt like the man for her, for the rest of her life. Why? I came like gods, strong, hard, provoking an indescribable pleasure. That's what drew her to him most. Each time she wanted a little more of his sex and passion. Both would moan, he'd make her feel it, she'd feel him. She didn't orgasm unless it was with him.
I had already checked it in the many years of cohabitation with her husband. He was excited by tenderness, sweetness, softness. She by intensity, passionate sex until pain, sharp, extreme, urgent sensations.
His girlfriend, however, was also very sweet, and they would have fun, but when he said he needed to take her, she would obey happily, immediately, wherever they were. She was always ready for him. Essentially, she liked anal sex, and literally it tore her in two. He took her in public bathrooms, in a corner of a subway station on line A, in the office supply room where both worked. She, the president's secretary, and he, an accounts director. In his car whenever he felt like stopping. In a park. In his apartment elevator. On his motorcycle.
This season of hard and unrestrained sex and confusing feelings and fears, depression and tenderness, lasted for a couple of years.
Finally, one day when she was returning home to tell her husband that she was going to leave him because she was deeply in love with A, something stopped her and made her rethink. She chose to leave her lover.
Maybe I had also already sensed that, apart from those sex-marvelous encounters, the immense tenderness and enjoyment he shared with A would be nothing more, and everything would start turning into routine, like it usually happens in all cohabitation. It was a good decision. But it broke his heart and life. He missed him brutally. With his body and soul.
That experience with A pushed her to explore much deeper into her desires, her sexual impulses, and those uncertainties she had always had about pain and pleasure as a single sensation.
That need to explore -then he saw it clearly- came from times immemorial. Or perhaps not that much, but there were some roots of connection with small incidents in her childhood, in her very early childhood. That's how Kali discovered BDSM.
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