Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Disappointment & bliss…

Unfortunately, the journey comes to an end. Both me and the love of my life came home. But although we share the same nationality, we might as well be a world apart, because we lived on opposite sides of the country. It was a fast goodbye, her parents came to meet her at the airport and she respectfully asked me for us to part with just a kiss on the cheek, keeping everyone oblivious to our relationship.
I did not think much of it, didn’t really care what her parents might think anyway, and I wasn’t planning to go on a sharing our story kind of spree. It was a sad trip back to my home town, but full of hope on a happy possible future.
A fortnight went by until I saw her again, but every day until the longed reunion I sent her a good morning message, and sometimes, a picture of the sunny view from the window at my workplace.
On the first week every night and in the morning, I relieved myself thinking of her. It was a way to keep my focus at work, because I couldn’t stop thinking about her. So many innocent situations that I was expecting to experience with her. Walking around holding her hand, take her out to dinner, maybe a movie and meaningful conversations.
Thinking of long love making nights, because time was short, and we could only be together for no more than a weekend, I did not touch myself on the second week. Everyday I woke up hard, but I knew, that if I waited, I could and would use all my stamina and desire with her. Besides, I wanted to give her all I could, including my cum.  
Wanted the time to go by quick, expected us to give all to each other, however her telling me, two days before I went to see her, that she did not saw us as boyfriend and girlfriend shook my expectations to the very core. The same story about unresolved long-ago dramas. A greeting with a kiss on the lips was out of the question she said, I really didn’t mind but was kind of disappointed. I thought that she wanted to keep us secret to the world, fine by me.
I was determined to do all things her way. She kept saying she was complicated, and I in my simplicity will do anything and everything to accommodate her. Finally saw her again. She smiled when she saw me, with a mist of embarrassment and expectation her cheeks turned a bit red. As she dictated the rules, I just greeted her with a kiss on the rosy cheek.  We went to a French cinema festival she wanted to attend, and we saw a movie she thought I would like. I love cinema, and quite enjoyed it, but would prefer one thousand times to spend that time kissing her.
We talked about mundane things, never coming near the subject of us, but the moment to go to bed was coming. I said, that if she wanted I would sleep on other room. Luckily that wasn’t a problem, so I lay down on the right side and her on the left.
I was facing her, and she lay down facing me. No words were said, but her lips smiled, her hands approached mine, we pulled ourselves together and bliss came.  It seemed like an eternity of feeling her body, we grabbed our hands and massaged the palm and fingers. I touched her arms, rubbed her neck, felt her spine, from the top of her neck until her bottom. Caressed her butt cheeks, pulled them apart, thinking of the effect that would have on her pussy and ass-hole. Wanted to feel all her body and excite her.
She almost touched my cock, but her hand stayed respectfully above my waist, but like always, I didn’t mind. I love being touched, on my chest, belly, back, neck, arms, and she just had a special way of doing it, the right pressure on the right points. If she went further down…God…
I took her top off, felt her breasts, kept some time caressing them, feeling the nipples getting hard with my fingers touch and especially my tongue. I played with them inside my mouth. One centimetre at least of sweet and savoury flesh. Could not get enough of them.
Need to continue to make her feel good, need to see if she is wet and give her pleasure. We embraced and held tightly against each other. With my left hand on her back, I went deep behind her, pressed my wrist between her butt cheeks, opening them to so my fingers could finally get to the desired touch. Her labia gave way and I opened her slit gently.
I rubbed her softly first, spreading her juice on my fingers and on the vicinity of her cunt. Wanted her all wet down there. I alternated between rubbing her clitoris and entering her hole with one finger, sometimes two. Because of the position I was in and because her panties, as lose as they were, were still putting some pressure on my hand, I knew I couldn’t hold on too long masturbating her, but I persisted until I felt she pressed her legs together. I think she came. I removed my hand, we kissed deeply, I wanted to make love.
- “Do you want to do it?”
- “Yes, but put on a condom.”
I knew I had to use it, but that doesn’t take care of the fact that I hate to use them. I want to feel it all when I’m inside her, and like I said before, I wanted to give her what I was saving for some time. I’m quite a fan of pulling out when I’m about to cum, and therefore entertained the fantasy of covering her breasts and belly with it. It was a long shot anyway and of course I putted on a condom. Just didn’t want to lose my erection doing it. It felt so good entering her. I did it with ease and came in what felt like ten or eleven thrusts inside her.  To damn fast, but smiling exhausted I explained.
- “God, sorry it was fast, but It has been so long since I made love the last time”
- “Don’t worry, it’s normal”
Love me...

I lay down next to her, putting my head on her chest. She caressed my hair. I felt at peace. Our first night together with no time constraints was going perfect. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, when I returned she was laying naked doing something on her mobile phone. If we were on that place in which confidence is at an all time high, I would dive between her legs and would taste her again and again… But I still did not want to push her away by looking to eager. Instead I jumped to the bed, laid beside her and gave her a smooch. It was her turn to take a shower, and after that we went to sleep. I was happy.

This happened, and I will continue my life episode soon some other day...

Monday, 20 November 2017

The first day of the rest of my life...

I met the girl I thought was the love of my life on the other side of the world, I mean, the antipodean of the country in which I live. Can you imagine the magnitude of that? On the first day we saw each other and boom, instant connexion. On the second and third day we talked, not much, mind you…we were in a group and the social awkwardness of it all was still a bit undermining our obvious desire for each other. Because we were there for a mere twenty days, I had to push myself and gained the courage to subtly mutter on one of our innocent conversations something like…

- “I feel a connexion with you…”

She uttered smilling with a mist of surprise...

- “I thought I was direct, but you beat me to the punch… but I also feel it”

It took one more day for us to make our love happen, and it was magical. We were travelling by van all day, “coincidently” we were both on the back seat alone and throughout the voyage, I kept approaching her, our hands almost touching. My God, I wanted to hold her hand so much. Half an hour before the journey came to an end, she touched my arm and caress it, like she was feeling my longing for her.

I felt so happy on that couple of seconds our hands touched. I couldn’t leave it all like that, so I hold her hand, and in the back of the van, in the dark of some road, I putted my hand on her face, gently turned her towards me, and I kissed her on the lips, our tongues slightly touched. What a beautiful shy first kiss… She was embarrassed, but I couldn’t help myself, I felt she would was my present and my future. I wanted to show her I was worthy of her love.

The journey just turned into a magical thing, only seen in movies and rarely believed. On the next day, we went sightseeing the city by ourselves. She told me that she had conflicting feelings due to some ill resolved drama some months ago, but a kiss might help her decide, so this time, she kissed me. Her lips and tongue were so soft and tender, not forcing, biting on the right time, breathing into each other’s mouths in perfect sync. One thing that is quite important to me in a relationship is the kiss. I love to kiss…

The days that followed whenever we could we stole each other kisses… Little moments that I will always cherish. I remember each … little … moment … The days passed, no matter how I wanted them not to. In the last day, we manage to stay one more day by ourselves, our first night together. I did not know much what to expect, of course I wanted her in many ways, but I also did not want to lose her. We have all the time in the world to explore each other’s body and engage in heavy love making beautiful sex, why pressure love?

She was wearing panties underneath a very light pajamas pants and a t-shirt, me in boxers. It was a very hot country, and the ac was on. We turned to each other on the bed, and kissed for quite long time, but it felt so good and right. We went to sleep, but of course, I hardly closed my eyes… I think that we both wanted to, but were so tired that we might ruin it, or maybe I was just afraid to lose her by pushing things.

In the morning, I woke her up with wet kisses on her shoulder, cheek, ear lobe and then lips, I started exploring her body with care, being very alert to any sign that I might go too far. It was like a very long massage, but I loved every minute of it…Her arms, the side of her belly, then up, caressing the side of her breasts, then down and up again…I felt her getting more turned on, light sighs of pleasure. Finally tooke her t-shirt off and felt her breasts. Damn, they fit on my hands just right, perky, hard, her nipples were puffy and engorged, and I sucked on them not hard, can’t risk hurting her.

It’s my first time touching the woman of my dreams, must tread light. Anyway, I was decided to give her pleasure, showing her that I was only thinking of her. I let my hand go down to her pussy, felt her wetness. It is for me such a turn on, to feel her wet, letting me know that she’s ready for me, but I continued to masturbate her with my fingers and kissing her on the lips while holding her tight. Must make her cum… I was losing my mind with her, want to taste her, so I got on my knees and started pulling her panties down, only for them to get caught on the damn pajamas, but still, I bent down and started kissing the top of her triangle, very light patches of pubic hair, my tongue slight touched her clitoris, did not want to stop, but alas, she pulled me up, and we kissed again. I was distraught, did I go too far? We also had little time because we were going to catch the plane to go home in a little while, maybe it was just that, but I had to say something. The ride to the airport felt weird, but when we got there I told her…

- “I’m so sorry for going too far, I could not help myself. You are very important to me, I don’t want to lose you over this.”


She smiles, said not to worry, we hugged and kissed. We were next to each other on the plane and I often kissed her and held her against me. It felt like the first day of the rest of my life.


This happened, and I will continue my life episode soon some other day...