re: just me

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re: just meHere I was…standing staring out the window…watching the rain patterns on the window pane..I felt a chill up my spine…as last night..that was not to be…he said he loved me…I disliked him for that…as there is a difference…words spoken ‘I love you’..and just to make me feel at ease ‘i love you’…He thinks I feel the same for him..but..how can I…why should I…?? I am angry that I have left myself so open…like a book…to be used…I can feel the tears on my eyelashes…then rolling down my cheek..like the rain on the window pane..I roughly wipe that away…biting down on my lip…I feel I have drawn blood…but do I care…I just feel anger…dislike…I close my eyes….and have the vision of him..so clear..burned into my brain..Last night…him standing behind me..his strong arms around me…cupping my breasts…kissing my neck…there are goosebumps all over my body…I can feel every muscle in me tense up…he starts to nibble my earlobe…his tongue slides into my ear…and I can feel my knees wanting to give in..Should I turn around…?? or just pretend I am not excited by his touch…but, he knows I am excited…my nipples are hard and pointy…my mound…wet..I slide my hand down my front and caress my pussy lips…I can feel his hardness..pushing into my back…him whispering sweet nothings in my ear..his breathe hot on my neck…My hair feels as if it has electricity in canlı bahis şirketleri it…shock waves engulf me…He pushes his hand down….and fingers my pussy..and he slips in one…then two…then oh heck..three fingers…I want it all…but he is holding back…three fingers?? but my pussy is sucking those fingers in…slurping noises…and I feel my nectar begin to run down my legs…he turns me around…me facing him…I so much want him in me..looking into his eyes…I see the glint, and I sink down and take his glorious manhood into my mouth…starting at the head…I apply pressure with my tongue…I can see drops glistening on the top…lapping it up..like a cat lapping its milk…I slide my tongue down his shaft…and then taking each ball sac into my mouth…the sound of me sucking him…but I don’t care…it is delicious…as hearing him moan..makes me more eager…my pussy is dripping now…with one hand I touch the lips again…and my clit is hanging out…all slippey and thick…I explore…slip my finger in his butt hole…massage his prostrate and the moan gets louder and louder….he pulls me up….his member pops out of my mouth like a lolly…and all he says is…”my turn”…I am pushed up against the cold pane of the window…my breasts flattened…and I can feel him working his way into the back entrance…Slowly does it…the pain at first…then…it begins to canlı poker oyna tingle…Oh fuck..that feels good…as he pushes he way into me…both of us rocking back and forth…I do not care if any one sees us…but..we are so far off the road that no one will..if they do…they would have been turned on by the site….he pulls out…goes down on his knees and the tongue is there…in and out and I am squirming…I cannot control myself as he is now licking the wonderful nectar flowing down my legs…I turn around and he pushes his face into my wet sopping pussy….comes up…. and starts kissing me all over again…our tongues meet…sucking on each others’ tongues…Ahhhhhhhhhh…..I cannot take it any longer…I am so wanting to squirt…but he shoves his thick long wonderful glorious schlong into me and with balls banging against me he fucks me until I see stars…we both sink down onto the carpet, our cries are loud, we cum in unison…..me raking his chest…leaving marks, my nail imprints there…exhausted…we lie in each others’ arms…breathing heavily…trying to catch our breathe….his chest heaving…I can feel him inside me still…he remains that way…no words need to be spoken…as our silence speaks volumes…I close my eyes…and I know…he has to leave soon…Caressing my tits..he whispers ‘I love you’…if only things were different..’ In my mind I think…’How could bets10 güvenilir mi I…I am one awful bitch to do this’…then…that question…’do you love me?…..yes you do…say you do….’ and when I don’t reply immediately…he stops caressing my tit…and puts his arm over his face and says..’oh fuck…’…and pulls out and walks to the shower…comes back into the room and yells ‘look at the marks you left on my chest…how could you….fuck fuck fuck!!…Okayeeeee…I feel like a cheap whore…and as much as I care for him…I get up…grab my pair of scissors and nope…I do not castrate him…but I cut up his trouser butt…and his shirt sleeves and I rub my lips and my pussy with his shirt…You knew we would get so involved and I would get carried away…How fucking dare you..!!! I go to the shower…with force I throw open the shower door and eyes blazing I glare at him…He looks so yummy…I could start all over again…but then I see the marks I left…and am sorry…as quickly as the anger rose…it dissipates…he looks at me with a soap all over and smiles …my invite…and I climb in…what went on in the shower…well….all other guilty thoughts gone…and I will tell you…but later…all I can say is..if a woman had any more holes…and you can fill in the blanks…but for now…he is mine…tomorrow is another day………jerking myself back into the present…I feel the sadness…the loneliness..the anger…the pain…the guilt…OH THE GUILT…I will have to tell him…let him down gently….put him off coming over…..but…AH SURE…A FUCK WILL BE IN ORDER…THEN I WILL KICK HIM OUT…wonder how he explained the shirt and trousers??? lol…

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