Dream in reality
This is all strange. I never believed in love, especially long-distance and practically at first sight. Yes, definitely strange. But that's not what this is about; I'd like to tell a completely different story from my life. Two or three years ago, I met a girl in the vast expanses of the internet, or rather in some online game, which I was terribly fond of at the time. I don't know if it was fate or just a coincidence, but talking to her was very pleasant. Maybe it was the openness with a stranger, maybe we were just kindred spirits... but I liked her even back then, when we didn't even talk on Skype; we just preferred
the chat in that game, but even then, for me, these confessions were not just conversation or a way to keep the dialogue going.Well, time passed, and after exchanging social media contacts, we continued our communication there. Often, in the evenings, I started looking at her photos before bed, and already by then (I don't know if it's right to say, having fallen in love) attached to our long conversations on Skype and in chats, I realized that maybe she had some flaws, but they were so insignificant that against the backdrop of her virtues, I didn't even notice them. So, about her photos: her appearance was perfect, large gray-green eyes, wavy long hair the color of overripe wheat ears, full lips, an alluring figure... Everything about her attracted me, but besides that, I also enjoyed talking to her. So, in the evenings when I looked at her photos before bed and went to sleep, she always came to me in my dreams...
...we lie pressed against each other in our birthday suits, both so tired and exhausted that we didn't even want to talk or move, but at the same time very, very satisfied. Her hair spilled all over my body, a strand lay on my face, and I could smell the scent of those little shampoos I loved to buy for myself. She pressed her not-so-small breasts against me, and I felt every one of her breaths. But for some reason, she always left unexpectedly in the dream, and this time was no exception: lifting her head, she languidly kissed me on the lips, dug her little claws into my side, and, landing, said to me:
"I have to go, I'm very glad we have each other." And she melted into the air...
And after such dreams, I always woke up as if from the worst nightmares, drenched in cold sweat. Damn it, I liked the dream, but the only thing I didn't like was that she left me; perhaps I should have taken that as a sign from above or something, but I stubbornly tried not to notice it.
Time passed, and our conversations delved deeper into our secret interests and knowledge. ...
I must confess, but for my then not-quite 20 years, I was very developed in terms of intimacy with girls, but my whole world collapsed when my next fling wanted it "rougher." Since, to my shame, I really loved watching porn in the style of staged rapes and BDSM porn with many fetishes, I decided to try with her, as she put it then, rougher. Putting her on the bed face down, I tied her hands and feet to the bedposts, and, placing a pillow under her hips, I took a belt in my hands. The belt, I must say, was so-so, cheap Chinese mass-produced goods, but it all started with that belt. With one hand, I snapped the belt like a shepherd's whip, but still in the air, and with the other, I caressed her butt. Then, asking her to cover her mouth with a pillow, I started whipping her backside with the belt. Skin, especially delicate female skin, quickly began to be covered with red, and then purple stripes, but I didn't forget the carrot-and-stick method, so I stroked her delicate skin to soothe her.
The first 3 strikes she endured without any screams, but from her face, I understood she was doing it with difficulty. And she couldn't scream at all because we were at a friend's apartment, where there was a party for a narrow circle of people "with similar interests." But I couldn't stop, and I was terrified when I realized that I was getting aroused with every strike delivered to her firm, yet soft butt. On the fourth strike, she began to moan; on the eighth, she was already frankly whimpering; but with her face buried in the pillow, on the tenth strike, I felt I needed to "let off steam," so putting aside the improvised whip, I spread her legs with my knees and entered her.
She started moaning, and from her face, I read something like aversion, but all my doubts began to evaporate when I started sliding inside her quite quickly due to her lubrication, and when she started moving her hips in rhythm with my movements, I fully realized that she liked it. Since both she and I were very aroused, we didn't have to wait long for the end: she began to moan loudly, and her whole body started to shudder, and with a last particularly strong moan, she collapsed on the bed like a sack of potatoes, and I was just beginning to reach my end, but realizing I had brought her to orgasm, I also came inside her, violently and with pressure.
Exhausted, I lay down next to her and couldn't wipe the grin from ear to ear off my face. I really liked it, who would have thought. And it was at that moment I decided for myself that this was the best sex of my life, but I definitely needed to repeat it all, and make it even better and cooler. And it was at that moment, the demon sitting in the dark corner of my soul began to develop and grow. That night turned out to be a turning point for me.
After some time, I realized I desperately wanted to see my companion from the video games in my bed. But we continued to communicate only online, but we already talked about everything, and once she said, whether accidentally or by chance, that she loved me. And then the second turning point happened in my life; I couldn't even think that someone could fall in love with such a monster as I had become over the last four years. After that conversation, we became very close, and I started hinting to her through books that my tastes in intimate relationships and sex weren't quite usual. After reading a couple of books on the topic (light BDSM cover in romance novels), she expressed interest and added that she would like to try it herself. I was beside myself with happiness then, and maybe I blurted something out, because she suddenly became secretive, and we stopped talking about everything as we used to.
Not to lose her, I decided to confess the feelings raging in me for her and promised to come to her. The whole problem with our real-life meetings was only one thing: the distance between us was no less than a thousand kilometers. I worked nights, trying to earn money to go to her, while also combining studies at the university. And then the moment came; having passed the summer session as one of the last, but still happy, I went to buy tickets to the city where she lived. Telling her I would arrive in 2 days, I started packing everything necessary into my travel bag: first went spare clothes, a jacket, second pair of pants, shorts, personal hygiene items, 5 sets of underwear, shorts, T-shirts, and a bunch of clothes; on top, I put my laptop with a USB modem. And I was ready to leave on the evening flight to her, but the devil made me put in 2 sets of handcuffs and a couple of things from those I had collected over four years of my BDSM practice.
And so I'm on the way, in a platzkart carriage, not traveling alone, but my neighbor, judging by the light pink travel bag, either got off somewhere or found company elsewhere. In my ears are old, worn-out headphones, from which I hear the businesslike bass of a not-so-famous punk rock band.
At 4 a.m., my neighbor barged in, clearly smelling of alcohol, and started changing for sleep. I didn't pay much attention to her, as I was going to my beloved girl, whom I had never even seen. And she paid attention to me and, not at all embarrassed, took off her bra and, turning to face me, deliberately slowly started pulling on a T-shirt. I, as befits a decent person, turned my face to the wall and diligently pretended to be asleep. But at the same time, as in any normal man, hormones started raging in me from seeing a half-naked woman. Turning off the music, I decided to sleep after all, but started hearing moans and gurgling sounds; apparently, not having received my attention, she started loving herself. So I fell asleep with an erection in tight shorts.
In the morning, waking up early out of habit, I started planning my actions upon arrival to her, my beloved girl. But quickly realizing that only vulgar thoughts were entering my head, I decided we'd figure it out as we go, especially since in one of her messages she wrote that "I don't promise erotica." So I started cursing myself for even putting my toys in the bag. Upon arrival, I picked up my bag and first went to look for where I could buy flowers. Choosing the most decent flowers from an old lady, which turned out to be 7 white roses, I hurried to our meeting place, as agreed, under the clock at the railway station. As always, arriving at the rendezvous point with time to spare, I started thinking about what I would even say to her when I saw her for the first time. My heart started beating at a frantic pace, especially when I saw a shining figure not too far from me, in a white sundress with a small denim jacket or blazer thrown over it. Against the backdrop of the just-risen sun, her light-blonde hair "glowed," and the only thing I could say when she approached was:
"Hello, Angel. These are for you." And I extended my hand with the flowers to her.
"Hello. Thank you, but you shouldn't have." She answered with an angelic voice, matching her appearance. And after briefly kissing me on the cheek, hope began to awaken in me.
"Let's go, I'll show you our city." I heard her quiet and melodic voice.
That day, we just walked around the city, looking at various sights. Or rather, I kept looking only at her, occasionally distracted when she was telling me about something.
Evening was approaching, and I said it was time for me to find a hotel where I could spend the night, to which she said I could stay at her place. I couldn't refuse that offer at all, especially since her relatives had gone somewhere, and she was home alone. After feeding me and putting me to sleep, as hospitable women do in old Russian fairy tales, she went to bed herself.
I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, so I decided to see how my beloved girl was sleeping. She was beautiful in her sleep, her hair lay in waves on the pillow, her face was serene and very beautiful. But suddenly her features began to change, and she started screaming that she didn't want this, that we shouldn't do it. I ran to her and started waking her up; waking up, she saw me and started crying. She didn't explain why she was crying, and I probably didn't ask, but just scooped her up in my arms along with the blanket, sat her on my lap, and held her tightly. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and, burying her nose in my shoulder, she started falling asleep. I hugged her tighter and also fell asleep, inhaling the scent of her hair after a shower. And, damn it, I liked it!
Waking up before me, she quietly started getting off me, because during sleep I had fallen onto my back, but still didn't stop holding her close like a child. It was these attempts to escape my grip that woke me up.
"Hello," she said and smiled.
"Hello. How did you sleep?" I replied with a displeased look because she wanted to free herself and go somewhere away from me.
"Slept well with you," she answered, "but before that, I had nightmares."
Kissing her neck, I started slowly moving my lips down to her nipples. She, running her fingers through my hair again, started pressing my head to her; a little later, she wrapped her legs around my torso, quietly moaning. I, sucking on her nipples, lowered my hand to her pussy and started massaging it through her panties. Her underwear instantly became wet, and I, moving her panties aside, inserted my fingers into her pussy and realized: she was still a virgin!!! This alarmed me because I didn't know how to make her first time very enjoyable, so I decided to prepare her beforehand.
Although the moisture coming from her would have been enough for more than one time, I still decided to help her before that. I pulled off her panties and inserted my fingers into her pussy again, but this time, deciding to limit myself to only one finger inside her, I started slowly moving my finger back and forth, kissing all the sensitive areas around her pussy, sometimes nibbling on her lips and little clitoris. Having fully aroused her, I began the search for the legendary "G-spot." Moving my finger inside her, I simultaneously licked and sucked her pussy and clitoris, which made her start convulsing in orgasm. Letting her finish, and licking up the sweet juices, I continued to torment her, not forgetting to knead her full breast with my free hand, tugging on her pink nipples.
This went on for a long time; I performed cunnilingus on her and rejoiced like a child just because I brought her to orgasm, and not just once, and she liked it all, or at least she tried to show me that. I was also glad because I managed to seduce her to our side without taking her virginity, and this fruit of temptation literally tore me apart from the inside with desire, flowing through even the most remote cells of my body. Realizing I needed to stop tormenting her like this, I placed a hickey between the beginning of her clitoral hood and the free space up to the little hairs above her pussy. She moaned from the hickey, and I, teasing her, started pressing on it with my finger, but stopping the fooling around, I blew on that mark and started lightly kissing it.
I lay back on my elbows over her and started kissing her, rubbing my tool against her pussy. She started quietly moaning and even reached out a hand as if to help me. I stopped her, biting her lip and showing that it was still too early for that. Barely restraining my ardor (because before, everything was different; I did what I wanted and didn't worry about anything), I started caressing her again, but still unable to hold back, I shoved 2 fingers into her mouth, letting her know what to do. Understanding everything, she started sucking them eagerly and even once bit them with her teeth, which forced me to pull my fingers out of her mouth and start massaging her clitoris, pussy, and the skin around it.
The passion and lust flaring up inside her again made themselves known, pushing out fluid from her depths, which I so needed to give her pleasure without causing pain. We both had reached such a point that we felt nothing but passion and desire, which only flared up stronger the more we endured. But I couldn't wait any longer, so, getting on my knees and then out of bed, I reached for my wallet, from which two condoms in silver packaging were extracted.
And here it comes, the sweet moment of orgasm, when your whole body literally falls apart into small pieces and reassembles into the same body, but wrapping her legs around me, she started shaking like a young linden tree in the wind and coming profusely, and I could no longer hold back the pressure, and after finishing, I lay over her, propping myself up on my elbows on the bed. We lay like that, though not for long, but it seemed like an eternity; I looked into her eyes and saw a ton of pleasure in them. I carefully pulled out of her, trying not to spill blood everywhere, which we, in the heat of passion, didn't even notice, and I slowly started wiping her, with all tenderness, trying not to touch any of her very sensitive body parts around her pussy. Taking off the used condom and placing it on the floor near her little sofa, we settled in there together with all comfort. And we lay for a long time, pressed against each other and enjoying the moment. In her first time, I gave her not only pleasure but also the key to my mortal heart, rightfully won by her. And we had nowhere to hurry because, judging by the clock, it was only 11:23 a.m., and the bright June sun was shining outside.
An hour later, somehow getting up, we decided to take a walk through the streets and go to some park to sit in the sun. Getting dressed and tidying up, we went outside, although I wanted more to tear off that light sundress from her and have unrestrained sex with her right on the floor again, but common sense still held back the hormonal pressure, and I understood that such a relationship wouldn't lead to anything good.
After walking to our heart's content, we decided to bask in the rays of the evening sun on a bench in the park. Sitting on the very edge of the bench, I sat her on my lap and told her to spread her legs a little. Since there weren't many people around and I wanted her insanely, I decided to start kissing her