It was night, and in the block with walls scrawled by anonymous hands,
there were a few discreet lights, censored by the curtains designed to calm down the sunshine, which would appear the morning.
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The street was deserted, and the agitation of the day was reduced to a minimum now, leaving room for the rustle of the leaves that were leaning against the winds of summer and pulse of my heart, easily triumphing in competition with other sounds. I was on the street, I was walking and praying to every Leaf that was falling down on the ground, to resist, not to die in those moments …. I needed to reach the magical place, our place of meeting, my sacred place. It was going to be my most beautiful night in the last few years. What we dreamed for a long time would become reality. Everything was planned, or maybe … written up in the stars. All I could do was resist the emotion that was too disturbing that born in my being. That night the impossible was going to happen, that night I was going to be his. At first, the emotions seemed to intensify with every minute that was leaking. The pulse grew, I heard him fighting helplessly in my ears, and I felt his obsessive beats. The palms were slippery, a sign that I was sweating, and the mind was busy creating the various scenarios about us. Then I felt the sweet thrill of comfort, the unmistakable and unique perfume flooded my nostrils, handsome but strong hands took control of my naked shoulders, covered only by a couple of hairballs of the color of the blood, and a fugitive and wet kissing rejuvenated my right cheek. I returned slowly and fearfully, and our eyes met for a second. I felt how the arrows of fire, thousands, pierced my heart, and my nerves almost pained my skin.
It did not take too long, for our flamboyant mouths were already blending into a sweet-passionate kiss; A kiss that was lifting up our loneliness and was thawing our senses, that were numb due to a very heavy winter, each living in different worlds. Now they met …
– Now I know! I know the taste of your lips. I know they are not excited about passion and miss, and they want to be kissed. But I know, and you’re like a drug, it’s not good to consume too often, too much … but I’m hungry for you! I’m addicted to you, your flavor and your taste! Tonight I want to be yours. Put me down!
I cried out laughing, dizzy about the way he had taken me to his room. I almost swear hat we teleported. I did not have to say twice. He listened to every word and read every gesture, we were both crazy for each other, and the desire could not be mastered anymore … His hand raised my blouse slightly and his fingers slid along the chest line, holding my breasts, they were trembling at his every touch. The mouth took the place of his fingers, and his lips slipped on my skin, waking in me fires that I did not think they would turn on again. He pulled me closer and I left on my back, then he gently pulled the skirt leaving me just in my black lingerie. I felt ugly and embarrassed … I wanted to be the most beautiful woman for him … he was mixing his kisses with caresses, the kind of aggressive (but so sweet) kind of kissing was confusing me, then he went down easily to my breasts and with the lips, accompanied by the tongue, he gently melted them, then softly sucking the soft flesh. My gaze was magnetically attracted to what he did, and I was thrilled to see him, to feel him. His hand moved down to the pubis, giving birth to thrills in my body. I wished him in my life like I did not want anyone. I was afraid to let go with that wave, not so I wanted. I do not know how I finally got naked, my memory left me … and not because it’s been a long time since, but because it’s difficult to remember something other than his skin, his taste, his lips, his caresses. That’s just what really mattered. He was not aware that his touchings on your skin were giving me small shocks, like electrifying, every time I touched him or when his skin was touching my own.
We made love on the run the first time, it was like a kind of research, knowing each other. But I know his skin was fine … And after all I could not resist, I kissed him. And I closed my eyes … and I felt his soft, warm lips as they opened when my lips strolled over them, I felt the breath that stopped on my lips as if feeding on me. I was far … lost in his kisses and his caresses … and I started to dare and I lowered my mouth to his abdomen, tongue-tingling his skin, coming down to his penis. I do not know how much I was tender or not, or passionate or acquaintance, but I wanted to taste it … to meet him… to meet his whole body. I wanted to stay with the memories of a reality and not just desert desires. I caught between the lips the dick that was hardening more and more, with every walk of the tongue along it, and I heard him clinging to the twinkle that sent my mind signals and shots in my mind. I felt his hand through my hair, guiding me, imposing his rhythm. Under other circumstances, I may have been reluctant to do those new gestures, but then I only did what I felt … and I loved him. And I felt him taking his place easily between my thighs and trying to penetrate me … and he succeeded …
– Oh, sweet ecstasy !!!
And he entered even deeper … I felt like the vagina nerves they were moving along his penis, and I felt thrown in the throes of sensations. I could not to be able to describe the torrent of sensations that had occurred to me at those moments. I would have liked to feel the hot, the fluid of life in my depth, but I just chose to feed on it … and though I did not manage to accompany him, it was more sweet and intense to have a taste of it than whatever orgasms I could have. I knew the moment of our separation would come … and I did not want those moments to end. I stood in his arms, at his chest, listening to his heart how it was beating for me … or so I wanted to believe … and I loved him. I was sniffing his skin like an animal, but still discreet, he did not realize it. I wanted his smell to remain in my memory … and I loved him. I kissed his eyes, his lips and your nose and neck, and he did the same too me, like he was doing when we were splitting ourselves late at night and when we were just talking. Then it was reality. And nobody will ever take it back. We made love again. Last time totally different, he caressed me with his body and he made me feel … to be conscious of him in my body with every move, sometimes moving so deep you were throwing me away , in the tumble of sensations that burned me. I watched him intensely as he was moving, filled with the excitement of pleasure. I felt him penetrating me sweet and fast, sometimes the rhythm slowed down to break down suddenly and totally. The moans were tangled and I dropped myself in the explosion of the body … in the senses of drunkenness. And I felt his fluid on my burning skin burning, losing it, and I wanted my body to absorb it as though I knew that something of him would have to always stay in me, it was just an infantile way of thinking he’ll always be mine … and I loved him …. and I’ve seen him leave … And he left … and I saw the most beautiful eyes in the world being sad… and maybe they just seemed to me like that … but what I do not want to believe it was only in my thoughts, was that you loved me once …. and I still love you …
