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I'm an Interior Designer and I'm a store manager of a furniture shop...

Pleasant surprise at closing time

It was a hot Sunday afternoon. The warm light of the July sun filtered through the curtains. She was in the kitchen cooking something when I came in. Looking from the doorway, I saw

The Hot Pie

Recalling my ex-wife, I must say that she isn’t just beautiful, she's special. She had a superb physique as if carved from ivory, and she knew that. With a small posture of 5 ft, sh

My Slutty Ex And Nataly

To be frank, we have never exhibited a good example of mutual devotion and understanding with the wife. But never have I let her flirt easily with anyone, especially in our house. H

My Slutty Ex And Nataly, part 2

As I've mentioned on the site earlier, I'm into the import/export business — we're exporting commodities to some Eastern European countries, like Slovenia and Poland. Due to such bu

Christmas In Warsaw

Even though Im a hopeless romantic Ive had the worst luck with women. So when my cousin Lisa kept pestering me to go out on a blind date with some girl named Marcy.  I said thanks b

The Best Sex Lessons I Ever Learned

Let’s say I’m not such a remarkable writer or storyteller but there’s something I have to say. Just to let it go, I guess.

Love on the hiking trail, or the revenge marriage

I'm in my shop, it's almost closing time. I hear the door open and close, hear the lock click. From my position I can't see who is entering, there is a long dividing wall. Heels tumors on the floor are those of confident and decisive walking. I await with curiosity who will appear from behind that wall. And there she is, statuesque. Hair gathered in a high ponytail, large dark sunglasses, fiery red lipstick, black raincoat tied at the belt, shiny black high-heeled shoes. She looks at me seriously, she doesn't say anything. She presses the switch on the wall and the lights go out, only the abat-jours stay on, creating a warm atmosphere. I get up and go towards her with a smile, but she anticipates me, she approaches with a sure step, takes my face in her hands and kisses me with a passion never seen before, before I can even say a word. Her tongue works its way into my mouth as her quick fingers unbutton my shirt and her nails scratch my back. I embrace her tightly, but she resists a bit. She unbuttons my pants, then she crouches in front of me and, in one confident move, she drops both my pants and boxers in one fell swoop. She pulls the sunglasses over her head, as if she should better admire my penis which gets harder and harder in front of her face. She looks at him, just touches him with her hand, she approaches him, touches him with her lips, kisses him, licks him and then literally disappears into her mouth. I am in total ecstasy. I watch as she expertly gives me the best blowjob she has ever received. I throw the shirt on the sofa behind us. She keeps sucking, licking and kissing for a while. I don't know how long I will last. She then gets up, pushes me onto the sofa, looks at me, takes a step back, unties the belt knot of her raincoat, opens it and with a fluid movement slides it to the floor. The vision is pure spectacle: she is wearing only a smooth black silk underwear which enhances all her shapes. She gets on top of me. She moves the thong slightly to the side and with one hand guides my cock inside her pussy. She's already so wet she goes in like a hot knife through butter. She lets out a long moan of pleasure and starts rocking up and down. Her breasts jump right in front of my face. She takes my hands and places them on her butt as if I want to help her follow her movements. Then with his hand behind her back she takes off her bra and throws it on my desk: she ends up on my laptop. She continues to move at a steady pace, placing her hands on the back of the sofa. She lightly touches her nipples with the tip of her tongue, before licking, sucking and biting them softly. Our moans begin to be heard. The fact that she's picking up the pace slightly, arching her back and tilting her head back, tells me that her orgasm is imminent. And here it is! Followed by a shaking of the legs and muscle twitching. She looks at me, slightly panting. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she gets up and lies back on the sofa stripping off her thong, her head resting on her arm, one leg propped against the back of the sofa. A clear invitation that I take on the fly. I put my head between her legs and begin to passionately lick your perfectly shaved pussy with only a thin vertical line of hair. The taste of her orgasm is intoxicating. I feel a slight contraction of her muscles, soft moans and her breathing that becomes faster than her. Her fingers running through my hair, grabbing it when I touch the right spot with her tongue. Every now and then my tongue slides up to her asshole. And the way she grabs her hair I know she likes it. Meanwhile, with my hand, I play with one of her nipples. With my tongue after a while I slowly go up her whole body; the belly, the navel, the chest, the breast, the nipple, the neck of her to finish inside her her mouth. So I get up, and penetrate her again. This time it's her hands on my ass that dictate the pace... Now she wants it more intense than before. With each of my thrusts faster and faster, her eyes widen wider and her mouth opens slightly in pleasure from her, letting out soft moans. Our breaths get faster and faster. My pace increases. Her orgasm is near. Mine too. She comes before me, digging her nails into my back. I'm about to cum, she feels it, and she lets me out, to finish with her handjob. I cum and she directs the warm spurt of my cum onto her breasts. We are both sweaty but satisfied. She with one finger she takes some of my cum and tastes it. Then she gets up, puts on her thong and raincoat, she puts her glasses back on, kisses me softly on the lips and, without saying a word, just as she has arrived she leaves. I smile looking at her bra on my laptop ...

It was a hot Sunday afternoon. The warm light of the July sun filtered through the curtains. She was in the kitchen cooking something when I came in. Looking from the doorway, I saw her in shorts and a white T-shirt with her wavering hair down and graciously moving to some Bossa Nova. I got stuck in a gaze reflecting every move she made, and I was quiet as a mouse.&nbsp;

She was standing with her back to the entrance so she didn't see me sneaking behind. I rapidly pulled her to me by her waist and eagerly kissed her neck, just below the ear. In a surprise, she screamed and knocked over a cup of flour on the table. A white cloud rose in the air. She touched my left cheek with a flour-stained thumb, and we merged in a greedy kiss. I pressed her against the table, put both hands on her ass, and squeezed her buttocks as dough.

“Well, now it's such a mess,” she said in mock frustration. We both laughed.

We had to put things in order and bake a cake together.&nbsp;

I went to the bath to wash the flour off my face. When I got back, she stood up, drinking water.

“Boo!” I shouted; her hand trembled, and a large part of the glass spilled onto her tee. It was enough to get the top of it wet. Cold water drops made her nipples grow evidently through the T-shirt. Some darker halos surrounded two small bumps.

“Ready to make up for it?” she asked.&nbsp;

To redeem my sins, I had to massage her back and legs.&nbsp;

We went to the dining room, and she took off her wet tee and threw it on the floor. Her hair was messed up, but she looked beautiful, half nude in just shorts, with swollen breasts and erect nipples and with her insidiously charming smile...

We are on the couch — it is larger than her old couch. It still smells brand new, and the leather does not stick to the skin and creaks funny when you sit on it. But I sat on top of her, transferring the weight to my legs not to put pressure on her spine.

I began stroking her shoulders, then neck, moved along the spine, kneading her waist, and stretching her butt. I kneaded her shoulders with the back of my hand, tapping along the spine. I noticed a smile touching her tender lips as she closed her eyes and started shivering. I moved my fingers from top to bottom along the waist muscles, descending lower and lower. I ran my fingers through the shorts between her sweet buns and touched her lips.

“Oooohhh…” I heard, and I squeezed them a little tighter. This went on for some time. With one hand stroking her back, I explored her clit with the fingers of the other. She was so wet already that my fingers groped down between the two halves of her pussy.

I grabbed her, pulled off her shorts, and sent them on the floor, followed by her lace panties.

She bit into my lips like a puma into prey. She firmly squeezed my ass, pulling me to her, and my wood was in between — hard, hot, and pulsing. I eagerly squeezed her boobs and pinched her nipples, twisting and tweaking them a little. Halos tightened even more, and nipples got harder.

I covered her body with kisses, and a flame of passion flowed through her entire body. Her hand wrapped around my penis, and she began stroking it slowly. Then she started caressing it with both hands, touching and rubbing me below the belly. I felt like the heavens. I started howling from pleasure and understanding how she liked it.

I put her on the back and went down the tailbone, licking her all over — her hips, knees, shins, and ankles. I was massaging her body from the toes to the buttocks, from the inner surface of her thighs up to her pussy — she started shivering uncontrollably again.&nbsp;

As I moved slowly up and down, the more breathtaking view was in front of my eyes. Some short fuzz covered her labia — a neat haircut, triangle pointing to the world of pleasures and delights. With a naughty look, she spread her pussy with two fingers. Like a burst of overripe peach, it oozed a few drops of sweet juice that smeared her lips and flowed further — she caressed the pearl with her fingertips and got inside.&nbsp;

I squeezed her boobies and tickled the nipples. Still, the cherry on the cake was how she looked at me — I felt dissipated under this gaze. And her smile… without it, her essence would be incomplete...

Finally, I tasted this sweet nectar of the gods, sticking to her vagina, trying to grasp it all and entirely. She grabbed my hair, pressing me harder, pushing the hips closer. I worked with my tongue like crazy: I went in and out, up and down, in circles, and touched her clit with the tip of it.&nbsp;

“Suck it, gently…” was what she asked. And I fulfilled her wish with great pleasure. Slightly squeezing her vaginal lips, I started sucking her juice. Her tits swelled up as melons.

She started breathing deeper and more frequently, and I felt her hips and pelvis tense up again. I speeded up like a rabbit! Another deep breath... Her entire body shuddered, her hips squeezed my head, and her fingers in my hair loosened their grip a little — this was the moment I thought she was ending...

I broke into her with some pressure, getting the tip of my penis inside her. A small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Her stomach sent the impulse back to her brain. She tightened her thighs. With her legs resting on my shoulders, I grabbed her ass with both my hands and started to pierce her. I could feel her squeezing her muscles as she surrounded the head completely. I picked up the pace and started bonking her to the full length of my penis. A burst of juice was flowing down her inner hips.

“Take me from behind! Take me from behind…” she moaned.&nbsp;

I put her on her four, and with my hands tightly embracing her hips, I took her furiously from the back. I held her boobs with one hand and continued to bang her. I wasn’t afraid of feeling awkward and passed the finger through the buttocks, touching her asshole and slightly pressing on it. She pulled her arm between the legs and started masturbating, not breaking the rhythm.

She ended up again, froze in the post-anticipation moment and not taking her eyes off me. Her body was still flexing in orgasm as I filled her…

We fell down the sofa. All were sweating and breathing heavily.

“Well, yes. Not bad, not bad at all,” she was chuckling.

Recalling my ex-wife, I must say that she isn’t just beautiful, she's special. She had a superb physique as if carved from ivory, and she knew that. With a small posture of 5 ft, she had magnificent breasts, a full D cup, and a fantastic bouncy butt. And even pregnancy didn’t affect her much, as she didn’t change her wardrobe. She smoked, though, and once, she even mentioned that it preserved her beauty from dying prematurely.&nbsp;

But I decided to let it be as it may — I know she still has a fantastic look. I must also admire her charming smile, cat-like green eyes, and docile nature to get a complete picture. We met at the college, and I was her first; we got married soon.&nbsp;

Everything was very good with us from the beginning. Somehow, we immediately entered a family life and kept moving smoothly. Not much of a problem really troubled us back then. We even shared the same office floor, and all were aware of our “party” schedule.

We started a small but soon-to-be pretty profitable business with a partner. But after pregnancy, my ex completely plunged into a heap of things that had solely touched her and the baby. Motherhood is tough, and she turned out to be locked in four walls, and our sex life cooled off, which was the beginning of our split that I, of course, didn't know back then. She just didn't want sex, not that she wanted the attention of someone else's machine gun. At least, that was what I heard from her.

But I did fine. I had my good growing business, my friends, and, to be honest, my sins that not all had been mine — I have never been numb and still look fine, even for a 48 y.o.

No, I'm not talking about the fact that there was an abyss between us, but I didn't insist on intimacy. I wanted to let it go the way it should have for the common good.

But this single case changed a lot. There was a good old college friend of ours whose name was Nataly. The gal is one in a million with her astonishing beauty and sensual presence in each part of her body. Blond was nearly 6 feet tall, with devilish green eyes (resembling my ex's) and a tremendous slender figure — she was always in good shape, a typical homecoming queen, and, to my surprise, was still single. She had only one significant drawback, which I didn't know. But rumor has it that her specifics forced her libido insanely high, so she jumped on everything that moved. I did not escape that fate either.

And then, after several months of silence, my ex and I invited a bunch of our friends to our cozy country home that we had landed not long ago in Prescott, AZ. It was and still is a remarkable property, and somehow I managed to keep it.

It grasps a volume of spectacular descriptions, but I will give just a few words to describe it. It's a beautiful rural log estate with breathtaking forest views — the main house, guest house, and a detached garage with a loft. While the house's main room delivers the best views, the open space dining room with a patio is a perfect host for dinner parties, exactly where I met Nataly that day.

When I spotted her, I noticed how she's changed since late April, when we had gotten a bit crazy in the pool playing ball with kids. She wouldn't get prettier in any way, I thought to myself, but she did gain some extra pounds instead, yet with a healthy blush on her cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes. She used to come up alone, but this time seemed stuck to a guy named Greg. He turned out to be a good guy, groovy and cheerful, even though I didn't expect anyone with her.&nbsp;

Among others, there were a few company guys, our neighbors, Jack, a prolific dentist, with his wife, Sharon, and several married couples I didn't know.&nbsp;

Once again, looking back at that motley crew, I would single out Nataly as the most feminine and charming (beyond my wife). The way she presented herself, anything that she did was holding a bloom of dignity and grace only visible to a few like me, as I thought of myself back then. Words aren't enough to describe her magnetism — you either feel it or not.

Nataly was chirping something into Greg's ear while spreading her legs a little when she thought nobody was watching her, but I was while she paid me with a careless glimpse once in a while. At the same time, my then-wife and Nataly always used to chuckle stupidly looking at Greg. I still don't get what they both found in him — was it his wit, some artistry sophistication that I’m sure he faked but that pushed him over to their little grabby hands?

Nataly looked the only sober in the crowd, she seemed really into her companion, and I had to leave my idea of hitting on her. After a few dances, they got out of my sight. Fortunately, the house was huge, and I found a corner to seclude myself with a glass of whisky, totally devastated. But I wasn’t meant to enjoy myself for long, as after a while, I heard somebody climbing the stairs, some very cautious steps.

The door opened, and I saw Nataly alone, and I couldn’t believe my eyes that she was there looking for me (at least what I thought then). I mumbled something slapping a leather couch, and at that exact moment, I noticed her eyes wet. To my surprise, she was smiling when looking at me. She came closer in her stunning black dress, slumped down by me, staring at the floor, then put her head on my shoulder. I noticed she was hiccuping and offered her a sip of bottled water off the table. I didn’t insist on continuing as she was with a guy, and the night was still young. Nor was I worried about leaving my wife alone. But at that exact moment, I felt the tip of her tongue by my ear lobe and quivered. We tongue kissed as I groped her boobs through the atlas of her dress and pinched hard nipples with all my obsession. I mechanically tossed Nataly on the couch, but then I thought it wouldn’t become a proper contribution to preserve some degree of anonymity. So I put her on the table's edge, pulled up her dress, pulled off her panties of the same metal-black tone, and started slowly piercing her. To my great surprise, I felt nothing but moist, which made me insanely uncomfortable with her. There was no vacuum inside of her, and after a few moves of my big buddy, I thought of entering from the backdoor. I shoved my finger in her ass, but she offered to suck me instead. Gosh, she knew it would go that way; she was ready to switch the orifice so easily…

I remember that grace of hers when she stood on her knees, flipped her beautiful hair, straightened a dress, then gripped my cock tightly as if it was a meaty rope. She first opened her mouth and carefully moved towards the tip, tasting it with her tongue, tuning up the multitude of its receptors. With the idea of her sexual immaturity that was starting to become compulsive, I plunged the cock into her mouth, and she started moaning and nibbling it with her teeth, her eyes never drying off. My knob visited her tonsils, back and forth, sending a shudder through my entire body. My toes curled, her tits swelled, not as big as my wife’s, though, but catching the right moment is all determining! I pressed in slowly, stretching her lips until I cummed inside. She almost threw it all up on her stunning gown but somehow swallowed the remains.&nbsp;

I was in no hurry, calmly waiting for her to say a word, but she just vanished quietly. Since so many years passed, I’ve never heard from her again, and while struggling with grief, I think I did it all wrong with her…

When I got back, nobody was there on the patio, so I headed straight to the bar and poured some vodka, intending to check up on the wife. Suddenly, some very far voluptuous moans echoed in my ears, and I rationally took off towards that noise like a hound on a scent.

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To be frank, we have never exhibited a good example of mutual devotion and understanding with the wife. But never have I let her flirt easily with anyone, especially in our house. However, when I finally saw Greg ogling her breasts and heard her laugh, I was about to strangle that guy. My ex noticed me staring at them — although I have never been that brutal and bloody, her deadly gaze cooled me down.

Whatever you like, hon. I still remember her plump lips wrapped around my cock on one of those lazy mornings you don't have to get up early. And if she was not there leaning on some other guy, I would probably not recollect that then. But after the hook-up with Nataly, I was about to bang any female appearing on my way.&nbsp;

But my wife was still mine at that moment, and I knew she was trembling with her entire body when I stared at her. In my irresistible imagination, I was undressing her, helping get rid of her silk dress and the lace-string thong she didn't usually wear. I imagined kissing her huge boobs, ripping up what used to be a dress, stretching out her short legs, bending her over, tearing off her panties while hearing her favorite, “Yes, yes, I'm a whore, but I am your whore!” This sounds funny now.

Then my thick fingers would slip into her vagina, slightly massaging the clit, squeezing its juice. Unable to restrain herself, she would turn around, drop on her knees and undo me. Then, moisturizing the tip with her tongue, she starts licking the shaft, deepthroating as she used to — she’s fighting like hell. I saw my ex almost half swallowing my cock with rapture. Trying to force the ending, I put a hand on the back of her head and started pumping her mouth with my jizz. She physically couldn't swallow all of it, and the remnants running off her mouth stayed on her lips and poured onto her breasts.

I could no longer just sit and watch them having fun — I wanted her, my wife, lying on the table and polishing it with her delicious ass. I knew her lustful nature that made her sometimes throw her legs up in the air when my big guy was riding her rump. She used to grunt with each of my strokes, moving her butt to gratify me. She WANTED IT ALL. And I wanted her all the time.

No matter the buzz in my head, I went up to her bedroom and plopped into HER bed. I was drunk. What happened next was that I remember seeing my wife’s butt in the ceiling mirror, riding me like a pro, with her tits flopping around. Gosh, I thought it was a dream — she used me senselessly and loved it. I pulled on her tits and fingered her swollen clit with my right hand — she screamed in orgasm. She was clenching my cock like it was the end of the world, and it was her turn to cum.

At first, waking up and seeing her doing her business, I hardly recognized my crumpled face in the mirror. But after lying down for a bit, we switched, and I started drilling her with all my jealous enthusiasm. I could care less about what happened the day before or the same day — I still don’t know. Gently twisting her pink nipples, I pounded her vagina, her mouth, and her vagina and her mouth — until I got exhausted. I cummed all over her petite body — you don’t need much liquid to cover her up. Tears flowed from her eyes. But that was a mess — both gals went wet one after another.&nbsp;

Then, she quickly straightened her dress, wiped her breasts and lips with a napkin, and kissed me goodnight on the way out. We had never been hopelessly in love, but that adventure significantly postponed our divorce…

As I've mentioned on the site earlier, I'm into the import/export business — we're exporting commodities to some Eastern European countries, like Slovenia and Poland. Due to such business specifics, half of my time I spend in the air. I take my job as a tool to make ends meet, so I assume adding a touch of perfectionism to each endeavor is redundant. It'd be just a routine sales job if not for my current rank of a recently divorced guy in his prime with superb communication skills and an abundance of Eastern European beauty round the clock. Like God honors the creative realization of his divinity in seven days, I'm working on creating a memorable trip in a weekly timeframe with all my effort.

Last year, a week before Christmas Eve, my plane landed in Warsaw. I remember that day was wet, with a spectacular glow of the Sun only visible through the multiple holes spotting the heavy dark cloud pierced by sharp rays like a pincushion.

Before the trip, I had done all necessary to prepare myself for a week-long journey, even brought up a nice Christmas gift for a woman I’d met on a dating site, but who I wouldn't stake on sexually because of her seeming immaturity despite her age. I'd been blowing hot and cold about her ever since. There was another lady I knew from my other trips whose indecency I didn't care much for, even worse — I liked it, but whom I safely forgot about. But I had both their numbers, though.

Agata was 38, and she didn't make me hang on. She said she was with her nephew and niece outside the city and would return within a few hours. I knew she was away, and we agreed to meet when I was done with my stuff and ready to check up on each gridlock in the city. Having no idea about how serious she was, I knew that I wasn't and also knew she was worth a try, at least she could show me around.

Elza, on the contrary, was a personified nymph or even a siren, whatever you like, with all the corresponding values and drawbacks. My second phone call was even more successful, but instead of setting up a date, I stupidly lied that I was tired and everything, so she just wasn't happy with me. I felt that by the tone of her voice and promised a call tomorrow. She was a nice girl with a terrible accent, though, so I could hardly distinguish every second word of hers, and I still haven’t a clue about her exact age, by the way.

The next morning, after sorting out and sending a bunch of business emails, I had nothing to keep myself busy until the evening when I was supposed to see Agata. So, I went down to the fitness center. I do work out frequently, usually not during business trips, but this time I was free, and since I had nothing to do until evening, lifting weights was a good idea. But, as soon as I got in, I couldn't find myself in the mood to work out, and I headed to the shower. While in the locker room, I heard two guys pitching cheesy jokes about a room attendant lady. First, I did not pay any attention to that, but the more they aggravated, the more I yearned for the details. To be short — the lady was rumored to provide more private services for the residents, or these two were bluffing or playing tricks on guys like me or had been just obnoxious creeps. Anyway, I got her name and knew the exact floor she was assigned to. I wasn't expecting a cheap hook-up, nor was I anticipating a joyful free ride with a silly working girl, though, as I’d never done that with the ladies from room service, but I was more likely to look at her and just say hi.

I asked a floor man about Aneta — that was her name, yapping something about laundry, and to my surprise — I was in her hands. Within ten or fifteen minutes, I heard a careful knock on the door.

Regarding women, I hadn’t been suffering from exaggerated expectations ultimately left unmet, but particularly nothing more than just an aging woman in her prime, she was staying on my threshold in her grayish uniform and holding grace and truth together in her eyes and her smile. She was about 5 ft tall, with a tiny figure, with nothing special in her but her eyes. I had seen nothing like that pair of massive colorful explosions radiating anxiety and obedience, and I was 100% sure she wore lenses. But soon, upon a closer look, I had to give up my competence in female anatomy — her little swelling irises were real. My depraved essence was anticipating a nasty girl, but she didn't look like that. Instead, she was frightened, with all her fragile posture begging for my pardon, with pulsating small breasts that evoked my pity. I almost fell in love with her at first sight.

And I was numb — the story of my life. I could hardly pick up a word to say what I needed, so I just mumbled an apology, and when she was about to leave quietly, I brokenly muttered, asking her to share a meal with me, and that wasn’t supposed to be a date but rather a friendly talk between two people. At first, I thought she didn't understand what I was saying. Until then, I’d thought everybody spoke English, but she dramatically lacked vocabulary. But she nodded, which I concluded was her agreement to meet me up at the lobby, but she had to pick up something somewhere after her shift.&nbsp;

After a few drinks in the lobby bar, we took off for the restaurant in the same building. That night, no power in the entire universe could derail my locomotive of passion, but I don’t want to share the tactics here as I repeat — I wasn’t going to hook her up, and her enthusiasm for spending a night with a guy at work was zero. But I must assure you it wasn’t a money-wise tryst. Besides, we hardly understood one another without a translator.

However, after a nice meal with a bottle of wine, we somehow sneaked into my room, and the smile on her face was intriguing and a little amusing, which greatly pleased me. She surrendered, and she seemed happy with that. I watched her turn toward the window, with her eyes following rare snowflakes far below the windowsill. I approached her and started unbuttoning her little black dress with a few more buttons on her sharp spine left ahead when a slight shiver forced the dress to slide down the floor. Her angular, skinny naked shoulders caught my breath. I suddenly realized how hard her life was, with tons of obligations and family commitments, and that was even more frustrating as the burden she had to carry on her tiny shoulders tripled during the festive season as she was lucky (as she said) to get a job in the major hotel chain. Warsaw is a great Christmas getaway destination. I offered to take a bath that would help her relax for a moment.&nbsp;

In the bathroom, she quietly took off her cheap earrings, probably expecting some other reaction, but there was none except pure grief for her poverty. Watching my hands behind her back, I gradually liberated her breasts from the push-ups. But instinctively, she covered her chest with her hands, and this unintentional gesture flattered me. I took a deeper breath as my palms drifted over her pube to help get rid of her panties, pulling them down. For a moment, realizing she was standing all naked in front of a guy she had just met, she blushed intensively. I felt distraught because I’d embarrassed her.

I embraced her and kissed her neck, then the ear, then her spiky shoulder, smelled her hair, and felt her firm nipples under my fingers. She was wearing her beauty only, not a piece of cloth that divided us. I felt my heart giving a double beat with my penis rubbing her sacrum. When she turned on her toes to kiss me, her tiny butt reflected in the mirror, and I noticed a small patch of public curls above her vulva.&nbsp;

I left her alone and fell on a bed. I was napping when I felt a pleasing tickling chill of her wet hair tracing my stomach, following her lips on the way down the crotch. Her lips were dry, but this didn't bother goosebumps running through the skin. My stomach shivered, my feet shuddered, and my toes sought to tie a knot. I was holding both of her hands to eliminate her outrageous intention to pump out all my semen. She tickled the tip, moving her tongue back and forth along the stem, and tastefully licked my balls, gently biting the upper skin. I heard her loud groan, too loud, I thought — was she faking it?? Nope. I am sure she was sex hungry — no way I would believe she did it regularly to make a buck! I tried not to ejaculate in her mouth, pushing her head up and down, extending the moment. But she suddenly gagged and gulped down a large portion of juice. A bit of it splashed down her chin, and she swiped it back.

Afterward, I put on a condom and got her into a missionary position with her legs tied around me. She was so tiny that I bent over, trying to kiss her. After filling her up, we rested a little, and I let her lick my tool again, which Aneta liked because she whined and twirled like a bite on a hook. It hadn't been the blowjob of the year, though, but I'm sure I saw the best of her, as she probably did it rarely and subconsciously tried to outperform her previous self, who knows?&nbsp;

I then put her on my cock, she started tightening and relaxing her thighs, not practically moving her ass. Her eyes were shut, and I couldn't easily catch her glimpse — her eyes are what I still like the most about her. Getting a taste for the process, she began riding me like a well-bred stallion, hitting and spurring me from shoulders to hips with a full sweep of her limbs, which I didn’t expect from that fragile piece of work. She hadn't felt a man's touch for long. Well, we had good sex, we kissed and teased each other incessantly, and I even made a round trip in her mouth.&nbsp;

Despite the morning hour, I did her once again, this time finishing on her tiny boobs, and we fell asleep in a spoon position. I remember thinking about a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice and spending Christmas in Warsaw with Aneta.

Even though Im a hopeless romantic Ive had the worst luck with women. So when my cousin Lisa kept pestering me to go out on a blind date with some girl named Marcy.&nbsp; I said thanks but no. Come on she said. How about Saturday? I didnt reply.&nbsp;

But Friday night came and I was sitting alone on the couch with a bag of chips and nothing to watch I texted her and said alright I’ll do it.&nbsp; Lisa promised me that&nbsp; this Marcy girl was perfect for me. I didn’t know about all that. But I was hoping so.&nbsp;

Lisa arranged for us to meet at a nice restaurant downtown. I have to say she picked a good spot. And when my date walked in and stopped at my table I thought she was asking for directions not sitting down. Hi I’m Marcy. Jake right? It took me a minute to get my shit together and answer.&nbsp;

I mean their she was in this little black dress hugging her body in all the right places. Hot red lip stick and legs for days. And I’m thinking where did Lisa find her?!&nbsp;

A 10 for sure. She sat down and scanned the menu. I recommended something the alfredo I think. How about you order for me she said. She started talking about her job and I didnt hear a damn word she said. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous she was. In my head&nbsp; I was thanking God for Lisa setting me up on this date. I was thinking is this fate or just pure luck?&nbsp;&nbsp;

After a couple glasses of wine I relaxed a little We talked and ate, and laughed. We had soo much in common.&nbsp; We were both the youngest of three both went to the same college liked the same music same movies. I was impressed by how smart and funny she was.

The way she kept biting her bottom lip when I talked really caught my attention. To be honest it got me a little worked up.Theres no telling how many glasses of wine we drank I know at least 3.&nbsp;

Sometime after her third glass she started playing footsie with me under the table.&nbsp;

Then she got up and moved her chair closer to mine.&nbsp;

About that time the waiter came out and asked us did we want dessert or the check. Whats for dessert she said looking directly at me. She slipped her hand under the table and slid her hand up my thigh. Teasing.&nbsp; I picked up a menu and read the dessert options aloud. Cheese Cake.&nbsp;

No. she said. I cleared my throat and the waiter said he’d give us a minute.&nbsp;

Pie? No. Sorbet? No. She just kept moving her hand up and down my thigh. Until Finally she leaned in and whispered in my ear lets just skip dessert.&nbsp;

By the time we got back to my place we were tearing each others clothes off. Knocked over a shelf in her living room before finally making it to the bedroom. Her body was amazing. It was the best sex I had in my life.&nbsp;

The next morning, I woke up the next morning happier than I had been in long while. But she wasn’t in bed next to me. I was thinking maybe it wasn’t as good for her as it was for me. But a few hours later she texted me&nbsp; saying she had a great time and wanted to see me again.

I was thrilled. I had finally found someone I could have a real relationship with. But as the days went on, things started to turn sour. She quickly became demanding and clingy. Had me jumpin through hoops.&nbsp;

She would show up unannounced at my apartment expecting me to drop everything and entertain her. Which at first I liked. She made me feel like the only man on earth. She was wild in bed too. Then one night I wanted to go out with the guys and she threw a tantrum like a two year old.&nbsp;

I tried to be patient with her because she could be sweet and the sex was awesome. Especially when we made up after one of her fits.&nbsp;

But eventually I had enough she showed up at work and got the cops called.

I realized that even the best sex aint worth all that damn trouble. Who needs all the drama? Save it for someone else because it sure aint me. I have her blocked but I still see her messages pop up from time to time and think about the good times.&nbsp; She taught me some things that would blow your mind. But like they always say you can’t fix crazy like that.

Our story started really lovely. I was in my early 50s.

Emily (I changed her name, of course) and I had been hiking enthusiasts for years, but we had never met until one fateful weekend.&nbsp;

We both had planned a solo hike but started our journey at the same trailhead.&nbsp;

I was immediately smitten with Emily’s sparkling green eyes and contagious laughter.&nbsp;

Emily was a petite woman with a fiery spirit in her late 40s, and she found my sense of humor and adventurous spirit irresistible, of course.

She had no chance to resist. Just kidding.

As we hiked, we discovered a mutual love for the great outdoors, and our conversations flowed effortlessly.&nbsp;

That was really surprising for me. Usually that’s not how it goes between women and me. So far, so good…

So we talked about everything — our favorite hiking trails, most exciting adventures, and future plans. When we reached our first campsite, we felt like we had known each other forever.

And that was literally the first time in my life! One more surprise. Wasn’t that too many for one day?

That night, we sat by the campfire, sharing stories and sipping hot cocoa.&nbsp;

Suddenly, a raccoon darted out of the woods and headed straight for our food bag. We both jumped up, determined to protect our provisions.&nbsp;

And in the chaos that ensued, I tripped over a log and landed flat on my back with a thud.&nbsp;

Emily couldn't help but laugh at the sight of me sprawled out on the ground, and I couldn't help but join in.&nbsp;

From that moment on, we were under the impression we had some chemistry going.

And we were inseparable. For some time…

Over the next few months, we explored countless trails, climbed rugged mountains, and crossed treacherous streams together. We experienced the awe-inspiring beauty of nature and the thrill of adventure.&nbsp;

We also experienced some hilarious mishaps, like the time we accidentally set our tent on fire while trying to cook dinner. How come?

I forgot to turn off the camping stove, and the flames quickly spread to the tent. Luckily, we could extinguish the fire before any real damage was done, but we spent the rest of the evening huddled in our sleeping bags, shivering and smelling like smoke.

But that was damn sexy! Absolutely unforgettable moments, if you know what I’m talking about!

Our love only continued to grow stronger with each passing day after that awkward adventure! We shared a deep connection — the deepest I’ve ever had in my life! And that was the best sex I’ve had, either!

And as we stood at the summit of our latest conquest, watching the sun rise over the horizon, I thought (I hoped!) we would continue to hike and love together for the rest of our lives.

And I proposed to her! I was truly, madly, deeply in love with her and couldn’t help but ask her to be with me. You know, if you think you’re losing her, you ask her to marry you. And I was afraid she had been slipping out of my hands… So I decided to tie the knots…

But she said YES! I was on cloud nine and didn’t even think about why everything happened that fast and smoothly…

After our small wedding, we set out on our next adventure together – our honeymoon tour. We dreamed of backpacking through the wilderness and experiencing the raw beauty of nature.

We spent weeks planning our route and packing our gear, ensuring we had everything we needed for the long journey ahead. Finally, the day arrived, and we set out into the unknown.

As we walked, we marveled at the stunning landscapes around us. We saw towering mountains, sprawling meadows, and pristine lakes. And we encountered all kinds of wildlife, from deer to bears and even a majestic bald eagle.

But as the days passed, we realized that this adventure was not going to be easy. We faced challenges that never encountered before, from treacherous terrain to unpredictable weather.&nbsp;

And that was only to begin with! Then, guess what? Now I’m not kidding you!

One day, we woke up to find that a raccoon had stolen our food! He got us this time, huh?

And we had to hike for miles on an empty stomach, feeling weak and exhausted.

Another day, we had to cross a raging river, clinging to each other as the water rushed past.&nbsp;

Despite the challenges, we continued to push forward. And I thought everything was ok. We knew that we had each other to rely on, which gave us (me, at least) strength.&nbsp;

As we reached the halfway point of our journey, we came across a small town nestled deep in the mountains. And we decided to take a break and explore the town.&nbsp;

After our rest day, we set out again, feeling refreshed and energized. We continued to hike through the wilderness. A crystal-clear river, fish jumping out of the water, mountains, and the stunning vista below.

Finally, after several weeks of hiking, we reached our destination: a remote lake nestled high in the mountains.

We spent the next few days exploring the area, fishing in the lake, and enjoying the peace and quiet of the wilderness. Sitting around the campfire at night, we talked about all the adventures we shared, made love, and looked forward to all the ones still to come.

As they hiked back down the mountain, I felt that we had grown even closer on this journey. I was sorely wrong…

When we returned home, I looked through the photos we had taken and relived the memories we had made. And I thought that journey was far from over and looked forward to all the escapades we would have together in the years to come…

A few weeks later, someone knocked on our door. That was one of Emily’s friends. And after she quickly left, Emily started to pack her stuff.

I was wondering what was happening and asked Emily where she was going.

But she started crying and said that she was not honest with me. And we had the REVENGE MARRIAGE!

I couldn’t believe her, I thought she was kidding me!

Emily had always thought that she and her ex-husband, Tom, would end up together forever. They had been high school sweethearts and had shared many happy memories.&nbsp;

But when Tom cheated on her with her best friend after 20 years of being married, their marriage quickly fell apart.&nbsp;

It broke Emily's heart, and she was devastated. She couldn't believe that the man she had loved for so long could hurt her so badly.

Emily tried to move on with her life, but she couldn't let Tom go. She still loved him, even though he had betrayed her.&nbsp;

One day, we met on that hiking trail, and she devised a plan for revenge. She would marry a man that she didn't love simply to show Tom that she could move on without him.

She knew that I was in love with her, but she didn't feel the same way. Nevertheless, she decided to use me for her revenge plan!&nbsp;

I thought such a story could happen in some TV series, but not in real life, not in my books!

And now Emily decided to get back to Tom and help him — he was in the hospital with some kind of heart attack or something. I thought Emily was still in love with her ex. And decided to let her go… Sad but true.

But that wasn’t it. Emily said that her revenge plan backfired when she realized that she had fallen for me. I was everything Tom wasn't; at least she said so — kind, caring, and loyal.

Emily realized she had made a mistake by using me for her revenge plan. She had hurt an innocent man who had only wanted to love her. And now she hated herself because she couldn’t help but go to the hospital and give Tom a hand as he had nobody to take care of him.

As she kept talking, I realized that I was hurt, my heart was tearing apart but I was still in love and ready to move on with our life.

So, yes, she was the drama queen, absolutely. And she was not transparent with me. But we only lived once, and I decided to help her with her ex and we both went to visit him at the hospital.

Tom was fine after a few weeks in the hospital. And Emily had finally moved on from Tom. She had learned that revenge wasn't the answer and that sometimes, the best revenge is living well.&nbsp;

We were good for some time after that. Emily seemed happy with me, and that was all that mattered.

Why I’m telling you this now? I just wanted to let it go. We broke up 2 months ago…

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