My story 2
September 21st, 2007It’s nice to meet your love in a café, you dance, you drink and suddenly you feel like you need to have sex right here, right now, what to do?
There’ve been three years since we had that crazy night of love. We haven’t met during all this time, though sometimes we wrote emails to each other. And suddenly you called… You?! In my town?! Business trip?! Oh, boy I was about to go crazy…
We met the next day in a small café on the outskirts. I don’t remember what we were drinking or eating, or talking about… The only idea that never stopped pulsing in my brains was to find myself in your hands as soon as possible. I was all desire, I was trembling, quivering, throbbing…
Blues in the café made me get even more aroused; its charming sounds enveloped us in a mist of passion and love. We were dancing. I had never ever felt so confident dancing before. We were one. I could feel all your moves, I could predict them even. So did you. I was very hot and I could feel you dick getting hard in your pants, trying to tear the fly apart. My panties were wet… I had to control myself in order not to get undressed right there and right away… (more…)























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