First I want to apologize for my bad English. I hope you can understand me anyway. For help I am always grateful, as well as comments and tips…
She was totally excited because at this day she had a date. Well if you could call this a date. They had met first time a long time ago , but with a “Hi” was all they´re talked about.
Nevertheless something had always fascinated her about him and averted her attention. Whether it was his character, his look, his smile - she could not answer this question.
She got to know his true nature until later ... Namely at this time , when she decided to write him. Internet , the mobile age after all – no problem to write someone without the mobile phone number. Facebook your friend and helper . A reason to advance was also exists.
A little party with friends, an invitation would be suitable as base . Actually, everything was well thought out. Only that she did not really sure know if he would ever come.
At that time a nice answer to the mail even came quite quickly - the beginning of the two began at this day. More than an ordinary conversation came quickly. For the first time in her life she had the feeling to be able to be herself.
Normally she´s quite a complicated person. She had no one met by this time, were she could be 100 % herself - not because of the reason that they would not have wanted it - but most of them just do not understand her nature and her sense of humor. That had said to her: “that she is crazy” or something like “what drugs she had taken”.But not by writing him. She had the feeling that she has known him a long time ago. And all her thoughts and darkest desires finally be able to confide in him. It was like an addiction to write and talk to him. This man was the first one who fascinates her on his way. It was the first time in her life that she had the feeling of being understood.
She had long thought about whether they should meet. The fear that the date would change everything exists. That the mail conversations would die and the laughs, the conversations, all others would stop. Yes she was thrown slightly off course when he asked her for a personal date. But, other side, a date has nothing reprehensible . However, she had rather shocked the direct question whether she would be interested in sex. No relationship, No obligations. Only Sex.
They had well understand anyway, so there would be no points, which would argue against a sexdate. Her motto was “no sex without love”. Feelings and trust are important points for having sex, because letting herself go she could imagine not otherwise.
Finally, she came to some reflections on the finding that trust and understanding are actually available and also determines the wavelength.
An attempt was well worth it, though in the hope nothing to destroy, nothing of the mail "relationship" that they used currently and in which they are so well understood.
When she had always the feeling " happy " to be for a few moments - or better expressed carefree. So many thoughts to a single date ... She had finally decided to get involved and see what would happen to it. Therefore, she stood in front of her wardrobe and wondered what she could put on to such a date at all? She had never had such a date before. And the thought of it was completely new and a little frightening for her. After looking at the clock she was even more in frantic pace. So she grabbed a top and jeans shorts and black lace underwear. It was summer and the temperatures in the evenings are very pleasant. She loved black lingerie in which she also felt most comfortable.
That is the reason why it seemed to her to be the best option for the evening in order to be able to reasonably comfortable. Her excitement and tension rose how faster the clock was ticking. While showering she stayed meticulously out to make her as pretty as possible. Personal hygiene and hair removal are important for her. Actually, she has always been a perfectionist at this point.
Blow-dry hair and makeup had looked bad this evening, great " Bad Hair Day" and horror chamber makeup were announced. It was exasperating. She wanted to look especially great this day and she wanted to impress. She was a little vain, but this fact is not so bad if she just want to look good in order to please herself and to feel comfortable. For once, she was glad that her date was late.
But then she heard a car that shuts off the engine outside her house.
She checked again her styling the last time in the mirror. The next moment the bell rang. Her tension grew immeasurably. When she opened the door he gave her a lovely smile. It was a strange feeling that accompanied her, as they went upstairs.
How longer he stayed by her, her tension vanished. As in the mails they could have a good time together and spent the time with talking and laughing.
She was happy about the fact that they are so well understood and she started to feel comfortable around him. They sat together on the terrace and talked about “God and the world”, passed minute by minute. She enjoyed the evening with him and that he even give her the feeling of interest and attention. That someone was there who would listen, with whom she was able to laugh and someone who understood her. She lived for the moment and felt totally comfortable in his presence. How naturally the two spent their time together made her happy and let her forget the reason of his visit.
She was not really the best hostess. That´s a fact: she had not even offered him something to drink since more than one hour ago. As he gratefully accepted their shamed question about a drink, she went on the way to the kitchen .
On the way back it happened. The moment that she had previously expected with kind of fear. He grabbed her arm and pulled her gently to him. Already only this touch inflames a fire in her and all around her began to blur. She sat on his lap and she felt like her skin began to glow.
Each touch felt so strongly as she had never dared to feel. His eyes focused her. She felt like wax in his hands. When his lips laid to hers her last doubts flow away. The sea of flames began to spread in her body and inflamed her desire. She had never felt so much desired by touched by someone.
She pined for his lips warm and soft lay down on her own. She lost herself under his touch. The kissing at first was initially timid, but increased in the same breath, and the desire seemed to soar. A liberating feeling settled over her - a feeling of utter devotion. She began to tremble all over. She wanted him. She trusted him, she wanted to indulge by him. She liked the role of the seduced.
He radiated a kind of dominance and led her towards the abyss of realistic perception.
Before, it was hard for her to feel desire, she almost talked herself already to be a frigid and jaded woman - so easy it was for her at that moment. Only a touch on her arm made her shiver, a flash of fire burned through to her most vulnerable point, she only wanted one - him. The desire was burning everywhere, afraid to burn underneath was her only concern ... But he went agonizingly slow. Too slowly for her, for her desire. He pulled her out of her top and began to kiss her shoulder downstairs.
The kisses left a burning trail on her skin. She felt his erection against her, she wanted to devouring him between her legs at her sore spot. He made her completely mad. Feel him, that was the only thing she wanted. He pulled her out of her shorts. The feeling of pleasure increased further. To be a sexual object of his desire, that´s what she felt directly on her bare leg and her wet panties on his jeans.
True Devotion and dropping herself she had felt up to this only in her dreams. She pleaded formally for redemption with every cell of her body. But her pleas were not increased. Painfully slowly he stroked her until just before fainting. Burning marks on her body, glowing skin, and the most ardent desire to feel him inside her - this subjection and devotion pleased him. He played with her, with her desire. The moist panties and her trembling inspired him. He wanted to give her an unforgettable experience that should never be forgotten. His kisses covered every single inch of bare skin. He wanted to hear her screaming for it – for the sex with him. He wanted to feel that her starved burning body with all the cells in every thought and every request was fulfilled of him, and that she would still dreaming of this date and this desire for a long time….
Dissatisfied Storie
Nevertheless something had always fascinated her about him and averted her attention. Whether it was his character, his look, his smile - she could not answer this question.
She got to know his true nature until later ... Namely at this time , when she decided to write him. Internet , the mobile age after all – no problem to write someone without the mobile phone number. Facebook your friend and helper . A reason to advance was also exists.
A little party with friends, an invitation would be suitable as base . Actually, everything was well thought out. Only that she did not really sure know if he would ever come.
At that time a nice answer to the mail even came quite quickly - the beginning of the two began at this day. More than an ordinary conversation came quickly. For the first time in her life she had the feeling to be able to be herself.
Normally she´s quite a complicated person. She had no one met by this time, were she could be 100 % herself - not because of the reason that they would not have wanted it - but most of them just do not understand her nature and her sense of humor. That had said to her: “that she is crazy” or something like “what drugs she had taken”.But not by writing him. She had the feeling that she has known him a long time ago. And all her thoughts and darkest desires finally be able to confide in him. It was like an addiction to write and talk to him. This man was the first one who fascinates her on his way. It was the first time in her life that she had the feeling of being understood.
She had long thought about whether they should meet. The fear that the date would change everything exists. That the mail conversations would die and the laughs, the conversations, all others would stop. Yes she was thrown slightly off course when he asked her for a personal date. But, other side, a date has nothing reprehensible . However, she had rather shocked the direct question whether she would be interested in sex. No relationship, No obligations. Only Sex.
They had well understand anyway, so there would be no points, which would argue against a sexdate. Her motto was “no sex without love”. Feelings and trust are important points for having sex, because letting herself go she could imagine not otherwise.
Finally, she came to some reflections on the finding that trust and understanding are actually available and also determines the wavelength.
An attempt was well worth it, though in the hope nothing to destroy, nothing of the mail "relationship" that they used currently and in which they are so well understood.
When she had always the feeling " happy " to be for a few moments - or better expressed carefree. So many thoughts to a single date ... She had finally decided to get involved and see what would happen to it. Therefore, she stood in front of her wardrobe and wondered what she could put on to such a date at all? She had never had such a date before. And the thought of it was completely new and a little frightening for her. After looking at the clock she was even more in frantic pace. So she grabbed a top and jeans shorts and black lace underwear. It was summer and the temperatures in the evenings are very pleasant. She loved black lingerie in which she also felt most comfortable.
That is the reason why it seemed to her to be the best option for the evening in order to be able to reasonably comfortable. Her excitement and tension rose how faster the clock was ticking. While showering she stayed meticulously out to make her as pretty as possible. Personal hygiene and hair removal are important for her. Actually, she has always been a perfectionist at this point.
Blow-dry hair and makeup had looked bad this evening, great " Bad Hair Day" and horror chamber makeup were announced. It was exasperating. She wanted to look especially great this day and she wanted to impress. She was a little vain, but this fact is not so bad if she just want to look good in order to please herself and to feel comfortable. For once, she was glad that her date was late.
But then she heard a car that shuts off the engine outside her house.
She checked again her styling the last time in the mirror. The next moment the bell rang. Her tension grew immeasurably. When she opened the door he gave her a lovely smile. It was a strange feeling that accompanied her, as they went upstairs.
How longer he stayed by her, her tension vanished. As in the mails they could have a good time together and spent the time with talking and laughing.
She was happy about the fact that they are so well understood and she started to feel comfortable around him. They sat together on the terrace and talked about “God and the world”, passed minute by minute. She enjoyed the evening with him and that he even give her the feeling of interest and attention. That someone was there who would listen, with whom she was able to laugh and someone who understood her. She lived for the moment and felt totally comfortable in his presence. How naturally the two spent their time together made her happy and let her forget the reason of his visit.
She was not really the best hostess. That´s a fact: she had not even offered him something to drink since more than one hour ago. As he gratefully accepted their shamed question about a drink, she went on the way to the kitchen .
On the way back it happened. The moment that she had previously expected with kind of fear. He grabbed her arm and pulled her gently to him. Already only this touch inflames a fire in her and all around her began to blur. She sat on his lap and she felt like her skin began to glow.
Each touch felt so strongly as she had never dared to feel. His eyes focused her. She felt like wax in his hands. When his lips laid to hers her last doubts flow away. The sea of flames began to spread in her body and inflamed her desire. She had never felt so much desired by touched by someone.
She pined for his lips warm and soft lay down on her own. She lost herself under his touch. The kissing at first was initially timid, but increased in the same breath, and the desire seemed to soar. A liberating feeling settled over her - a feeling of utter devotion. She began to tremble all over. She wanted him. She trusted him, she wanted to indulge by him. She liked the role of the seduced.
He radiated a kind of dominance and led her towards the abyss of realistic perception.
Before, it was hard for her to feel desire, she almost talked herself already to be a frigid and jaded woman - so easy it was for her at that moment. Only a touch on her arm made her shiver, a flash of fire burned through to her most vulnerable point, she only wanted one - him. The desire was burning everywhere, afraid to burn underneath was her only concern ... But he went agonizingly slow. Too slowly for her, for her desire. He pulled her out of her top and began to kiss her shoulder downstairs.
The kisses left a burning trail on her skin. She felt his erection against her, she wanted to devouring him between her legs at her sore spot. He made her completely mad. Feel him, that was the only thing she wanted. He pulled her out of her shorts. The feeling of pleasure increased further. To be a sexual object of his desire, that´s what she felt directly on her bare leg and her wet panties on his jeans.
True Devotion and dropping herself she had felt up to this only in her dreams. She pleaded formally for redemption with every cell of her body. But her pleas were not increased. Painfully slowly he stroked her until just before fainting. Burning marks on her body, glowing skin, and the most ardent desire to feel him inside her - this subjection and devotion pleased him. He played with her, with her desire. The moist panties and her trembling inspired him. He wanted to give her an unforgettable experience that should never be forgotten. His kisses covered every single inch of bare skin. He wanted to hear her screaming for it – for the sex with him. He wanted to feel that her starved burning body with all the cells in every thought and every request was fulfilled of him, and that she would still dreaming of this date and this desire for a long time….
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