It’s raining .
Five days have passed, he did not give me any sign.
Source: shanesworld.ca
It’s raining. I miss him. It’s raining. I want his warm breath in my neck. With a trembling hand I touch the steamed glass and scratch a few words. I dare and I call him. With the phone in my hand I am walking alarmed through the house waiting for his voice. I am in front of the mirror. When I became a ghost, the blue eyes with gray reflections lost their shine. The silver hair slides smoothly on the breasts, down the waist.
He does not answer. It’s late at night.
From his perspective
When I first saw her I got stuck. It was too much. I did not know what to do. She was an angelic girl with beautiful eyes, fleshy and wet lips and a few freckles on her pug nose. If I would not have guessed the voluptuous forms, I would not have given her more than 15 years. I learned from some friends that she was much younger than me, 9 years, that nobody gets at her nose and she is a student of medicine. Two weeks, I told them. And that’s how it lasted until I got her.
I caught her in the same cafe I had seen her for the first time. I went straight to her and said:
-I want you just for me. I’d love to discover you, but now I do not have time.
I left her a phone number and I left. The same evening she called me. I was somehow disappointed. I was expecting her to make it harder than that. Since then we have stayed together. She often dazzles me when it comes to her. You know, I have a passion and I do not accept any other relationships. I still remember our first evening. She did not say for a second that she was a virgin. After we had dinner, we went to my place. As I was driving, I put my hand on her thigh. I was climbing higher and tighter, and I felt the muscles tightening. When we arrived, I opened the door and helped her to get down of the car. I stuck her on the car and I kissed her tightly. I gripped her butt tightly and squeezed his ear lobe. I took her hand and went into the house. I was burning with impatience. I wanted to put her on the floor and fuck her hard. Nothing else. I could not imagine where all the arrogance and the resistance that she had been praised about disappeared. I turned on the music. I saw her anxious. I poured some wine and soon the atmosphere was relaxed. I put my hands under her dress and I touched hardly her pussy. It was wet. I gave her panties down. She was shaking. She was as cold as ice, and her face went pale suddenly.
-Maya, are you all right? I asked her.
– Yeah, she said flatly. Just be careful.
I did not understand what she meant and continued. I gave her the dress down. I climbed her onto the bed and put my head between her legs. I sucked her clit, I started licking the vagina. She moaned, sniffed, sighing, and she was stretching the sheet in her hands. My penis has hardened when I heard her. When I felt she was horny enough, I climbed with kisses on her abdomen. I gathered her breasts and began to massage them as I kissed and chewed her lips. She grabbed my shirt and took it down, and then she stood as before. She was doing nothing. I took a nipple in my mouth and started sucking it and chewing it until she moaned. I got naked, put on a condom and she was staring frightened at my cock that was staying up. I was no longer resisting. I pulled her legs away, I gathered her buttocks and got inside of her. It was so tight and something was preventing me from coming in. She was smelling of perfume and salt, and the cold sweat bobbed on her forehead. Then I understood she was a virgin. My heart was like a flea. I did not know what to do. I stopped.
– You had to tell me, I said sarcastically. If you want, we stop. I continued calmly.
She opened her scared eyes and stared at me for a few moments. She put her cold hand on my shoulder and she leaned my head close to her mouth.
– Just be careful, she whispered.
I walked in again and started to penetrate. She was crawling under me. I took her hands and got them over my head. Then I penetrated hard. She yelled, and two tears leaned over her cheeks. I went deeper, deeper, started to explore, to conquer. It was tight, so tight, and the walls of her vagina were tightening my penis. I did not resist, I cum, and I moaned.
I caught her in my arms, held her tight, and I kissed her tears. I watched her and did not know what I was feeling. Attraction, mercy, pride, affection. She was trembling slowly. I wrapped her and whispered to her:
-I’ll be fine, I’ll take care of you. I want you just for me.
She turned her head and finally smiled:
-I’m just yours.
Together with me she reached the heights of pleasure on the nights of love. Together with me she reached strong orgasms. She taught to kneel, to get her ass punishment. I still remember how hard her message excited after the first severe punishment she received:
– I hope you have forgiven me, I can hardly stand down, I feel you present with every trace I have.
I had so much confidence in her! When she told me she kissed another, I almost went crazy. I just wanted her for me!
She asked for his punishment and I gave it to her. And yet I couldn’t … I was fucking another and I was excited just because I was watching the belt spanking her white buttocks and just because I could hear a groan from her, just because I was seeing her tears, just because she was there .
I like to do this from time to time, to sleep with other women. That made me feel like a man. I wanted to have her as a good, good woman, to have her permanently. And I had her, because she did not sleep with another, but she would discover other penises, I was aware that she would not just stay with me. I asked her why she chose me to be the first and she did not want to answer me. The truth is that it does not count. She was the first woman in my life who was virgin and I liked that I had such an experience. The days spent beside her were becoming prettier, I was beginning to fall in love with her. She was an important woman and I put her first. Next to her I saw the future, even though I had never thought about it before. I was even thinking of asking her to be my wife and I prepared the moment when I was going to ask her, but I did not get to buy her ring. For a while, I did not feel her so close to me anymore and we started to argue. Our loving nights were not so intense anymore, our sex parties ended with nothing spectacular, and sometimes we were just falling asleep one in each others arms. I asked her if something happened and she never told me the truth.
One autumn day, however, I found out she had someone, that she did not love me anymore, she wanted to live her life with someone else, she wanted to try how it was to be with another man. I appreciated her sincerity, but I suffered. Now I understood the women who had passed through my life were feeling when I was leaving them after I slept with them and I was leaving them for other women instead. I recently found out she was alone again, right now I would like to bring her alongside me, but I need to heal myself.
