"Date" in the zone
Rain. Today. This damn rain again. For how many nights now have I been tossing and turning in my bed, vainly trying to fall asleep. Questions asked into the void fall like stones on my soul, tearing my heart apart. You know, when I met you, I thought it would be forever. God, what a stupid word FOREVER. I wanted to be with you, I wanted to be yours, only yours. What drew me to you? Strength, calmness. It seemed to me there was no one better than you. And you gave yourself to me, gave me your attention, your tenderness. Gave and... like a bolt from the blue. You're in prison!!
How are you there? What's with you? Pulling a cigarette from the pack, I searched with my eyes for a lighter. I've been smoking a lot
lately—this intrusive thought even seemed strange and absurd... An involuntary smile on my lips. Tomorrow is the "visit"I'm getting ready to see you, my thoughts are tangled. A year. A whole year I've waited for this meeting. I've missed your body, your strong, pumped-up torso. Every evening I remembered those crazy nights spent with you. The caresses you gave. With you, I experienced orgasm after orgasm. Oh god, what's wrong with me? My panties are wet. My hand involuntarily reached down. Stop!! I need to pull myself together!! Tomorrow. All this will repeat tomorrow!!
And here I am at the gates. At those gates that locked you away. One more moment, and you'll be nearby! At this thought, my heart starts pounding wildly, throbbing in my temples. A door. Another and another. The screech of metal. I go through the formalities, signatures, search. They frisked me from head to toe, and oh my god! The guard even peeked into my panties. I was agitated and already aroused. Because in just fractions of a minute, you'll be here! And here I am in the visiting room. My soul is overflowing with emotions. Waves of passion and desire rage within me. Thoughts of one thing. I want you! The door creaked. I see you. You, the dearest and closest person to me.
The door closed. And I, without even having time to properly look at you, found myself in your strong, masculine embrace. I recognized the lips kissing mine so hotly. Your eyes. Your hair, which my hands caress. Your body. But this body. It's as if it's not yours! It has become different. Hard. Muscular. Hands tear off my bra. Dry, rough. They forcefully squeeze my breasts, my nipples. I offer my neck. Familiar kisses excite me. I'm burning! Burning with anticipation. The rip of fabric from my panties. They're hanging on the chandelier. I'm on my back on the bed. And... My God! What pain?! What piercing pain! It's tearing me apart inside! Ah!! I scream wildly, digging my nails into your back. The pain doesn't subside. Your cock is tearing, it's ripping me apart. I try to break free. But strong, powerful hands don't allow it. They lift my ass high above the bed. A thrust—pain! A thrust! Another, and another, and another! And... relief. You came.
Came. Came abundantly. You are on me and in me. The life-giving fluid soothes the pain inside me. And the words... "Forgive me, my love!" — heal the wound in my soul. Slowly, with difficulty, I crawl out from under you. I go to the shower. Tears choke me. A lump in my throat. How you've changed?! You've become rough and cruel, and I want tenderness. I want everything to be as before. I raise my eyes, and in the mirror I see you. Your gaze has become kinder. You begin to beg for forgiveness. You apologize for the roughness, explaining that animal desire took over you, longing for my body and for sex in general clouded your mind. (Specially for .org — ) You turned me towards you. Kissing me tenderly, you said: Let's go to bed! Now everything will be different!
Burying my face in a strong masculine shoulder, crying a little girlishly, I said. Maybe I'm out of practice? I want to, but it hurts me. Maybe there's something wrong with me? Everything's fine! Everything will be fine, my love! Trust me! Kissing, lifting me in your arms, you carried me to the bed. Sat me on the edge. Spread my legs. Wetting your fingers with saliva, spreading the still damp from water lips of my smoothly shaved pussy, you begin caresses. God, how I missed them! These exciting, tender touches. Fingers squeeze, embrace, bring together, spread apart, massage my sex-thirsty pussy. Widely spreading the large lips, your fingers gave the opportunity for your hot tongue to caress the small ones. How pleasant and delightful these caresses are. My hands reach for your head, stroke your shortly cut hair. I whisper. I'm ready, darling, take me! And you, laying me on my back, running the head of your cock along my labia, passionately arousing me by doing so, began to slowly insert it. Your long preliminary caresses did their job. Inside it's wet. Full of lubrication.
The cock penetrates deeper. Spreads all the folds of my little cave... A little painful. Your lips whisper. Be patient, darling! Everything will be fine! You need to get used to it. Went in halfway. Came out. Again and again repeated these movements. They are slow. The pussy adds lubrication. The entries are not as painful. Gradually it becomes more pleasant. But still, the cock drills into me. I see your calming, tender gaze. I try to relax. The vulva gets wetter. Penetrations deeper, more persistent. It seems you've pumped up not only your body. It seems your cock has grown too.
The painful sensations pass. Gradually, passion replaces them. I begin to move in rhythm with your movements. Penetrations deeper and deeper, more energetic. Breathing quickens. Sighs turn into moans. It becomes pleasant. Inside it's wet. You increase and increase the pace. I scream from pain and desire. I squeeze my buttocks, dig in my nails. Sensing this, it's as if you were replaced. Quickly pulling out, putting me on all fours, you sharply enter from behind. And again my pussy is attacked by a strong cock. But now she is ready for the meeting. She is ready to endure any of your onslaught. She is sufficiently worked out, moistened. And yet, she keenly feels the powerful entries of your cock. Your huge club. Yes, yes, a club, which like a brush cleans my insides. I relax. I get used to it. Gradually I adjust to you. I move to meet you.
It becomes sweet. A shiver runs down my thighs. My thighs convulsively clench. I fall onto my side. Slipping your hand under my knee, lifting my leg high upward, you continue and continue to enter me. My moans merge into a continuous "Ah!" God, how pleasant. I arch my back. Giving in to the overwhelming passion, I stretch my neck. I kiss you on the lips. My dear one, don't stop, I beg you! Hearing such a request, you moved my light, obedient body to the edge of the bed. Bringing together my slender legs, lifting them high upward, you begin to tear me apart from the inside.
Sweet bliss pierces my entire excited body. The itch in my nipples is incredible. I forcefully squeeze, stroke, caress the hard nipples. My hand reaches for the swollen clitoris. Giving additional caresses. God! How hard! How strong! How fast! How passionately you're having me! Choking from the furious ride, I'm screaming something! Something and you answer in response, but I no longer hear it. Coming to from the obsession, I see you looming over me, embracing my leg, lifted high up, stretched like a string. You look with drunken, sated-from-pleasure eyes and, emitting a loud guttural sound, powerfully discharge inside me. A hot stream of fluid fills me entirely. The seminal fluid removes the last painful sensations.
God! What's wrong with me? I want to repeat this again! Ready to endure and with pleasure experience this sweet pain! The huge cock pulsates inside me. With my vaginal muscles, I squeeze it inside. With gratitude, I absorb the juices. You are nearby. Not wanting to release your cock, I press closer. My yearning pussy kisses, embraces your cock inside itself. She wants more and more. She is insatiable in her desire. After all, she waited so long for this.
Twenty-four hours flew by like an instant. Already sitting in the comfortable seat of the intercity bus, I recalled the happy hours spent together. I recalled the declarations of love. Tender, long-awaited words. "My love, my only girl!" The words soothed, awakened, fueled my desire. God! How beautifully you can give compliments! I listen, kiss, tenderly suck on the lobe of your ear. Kiss behind the ear. Kisses descend onto the neck. Hands stroke the chest. The tongue outlines circles around the nipples. Slides down the tummy, leaving a wet trail all the way to the groin. And now my hand has grasped it. Went down under the balls. Playing with them, I felt your strong hands lift me like a feather and sit me on your chest.
I lean over the cock. At this moment, you, spreading my legs, squeeze my buttocks. Massage, playfully with them. Spread them wider. Admire my little bud. My shell. Opening its valves with your fingers, with a hot tongue you give it exciting caresses. Ah! What your tongue does! It stings, like a snake's tongue! It licks, like a "gray predator" licking wounds! Gives incomparable pleasure! Your lips kiss mine. They suck, then nibble. A hot, wet palm massages, teases the entire vulva. Fingers in my little cave move quickly, quickly, performing a passionate, fast Argentine tango.
Under the pressure of this passion, my tender, cautious movements of the tongue along the cock, sweet sucking of your balls, passing the sharp tip of the tongue along the rim of the head turn into passionate fucking. God! How hard I'm having you! Never in my life have I allowed myself such a thing! Ready to eat! Swallow you! You, my only man! Movements accelerate! I swallow deeper and deeper! I'm choking! I'm covered in saliva! And I can't tear myself away.
I feel your cock fill with blood. It tensed. One more moment and it will erupt in a fountain of splashes. And here it is. The eruption. An energetic hot stream hits the "roof of my mouth." Accepting the hot fluid, completely surrendering to passion, I receive the brightest orgasm! It burns in my chest. My lower abdomen cramps. My thighs are seized by convulsive movements. Drawing intricate movements with my ass before your gaze, I "squirt." I squirt right onto your chest. A stream, another, another,... That's it! No strength. I fall at your feet. I fall, unable to catch my breath.
Strong hands lifted and laid my exhausted body next to you. Running a finger along my chin, removing a drop of your fluid from it, you brought it to my lips. Watching how erotically I suck the finger, taking it out, you kiss me on the lips. How grateful I am to you for this kiss! There is so much warmth, tenderness, trust in it! So much unspent love and affection!
The loud voice of the bus driver announced my stop, interrupting such pleasant memories. Oh! I'm all wet again. And even after many more years, I become like this, remembering that our first date outside of prison.