Diary of linda-live
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more than 3 month ago
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more than 3 month ago
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Continuation of the fictional story
I increased the pace, heard the wet sounds my f****rs were making, felt the trembling in my thighs, heard our shared moaning and came powerfully. His face, his hair, his neck and his chest got what he wanted.
He tried to catch my j***es with his mouth, which he partially succeeded in doing. His moans grew louder and louder. I fell completely out of breath beside him and watched as he twitched his tail, reared up and came extremely hard. His semen spread on his thighs, stomach and chest.
He lay on me and rubbed our j***es into each other while we kissed eternally.
There were a few repetitions in terms of eating, bubble baths, entertainment and sex. From highly familiar, sensitive, intense flower sex to further "floods" of the hotel bed mattress in all possible variations. Without sleep, we went for breakfast around 11 o'clock and later said goodbye with a kiss in front of the hotel.
We consciously didn't repeat it and that was okay.
Of course, we are still in contact and like to remember that day and night. There were also two situations where we could have repeated it. I was in the same hotel and he could have come by. I declined.
Certain experiences cannot even be reproduced in the slightest way as they were experienced. This writing also does not in the slightest convey the lust and excitement, the fun, but also the seriousness (conversation topics) that characterized the atmosphere. It was not a crude hotel f**k with a stranger, no dull p**nographic fiddling, no silly talk, no unpleasant fuss.
So that was it – my one and only "one night stand".
It was perfect because the person, the atmosphere and the ambiance were so unexpectedly perfect at that moment… and perfection is hard to repeat. A wonderful, very special memory that simply cannot be copied. I don't want to and won't.(End)
more than 3 month ago
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Continuation of the fictional story
“I would find it extremely awesome if you brought me to climax directly over my face. Would you do that?” – “Yes”
Leaning against the wall at the head of the bed with one hand, I was either rubbing my c**toris or teasing my G-spot with 2 f****rs. All of this no more than 20 cm above his eyes.
I looked back and saw him working on his dick much more forcefully. This sight and his moaning aroused me so much that I had to interrupt my own actions, otherwise I would have come again immediately. We didn't touch each other at all. He didn't lift his head, nor did I reach for his dick.
It was a single, extremely exciting, very intimate, visual experience of the other person's pleasure.
“I can’t take it anymore. It looks so awesome… I’m coming soon.
Keep going… come… s****z me in the face!”
(To be continued)
more than 3 month ago
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Continuation of the fictional story
This familiarity was at least absolutely unusual and yet incredibly exciting for me. While he continued to massage his c**k, I showed him which touches would bring me to 100 immediately.
“Do you s****t every time you come?”
“No. But that doesn’t make my o****m any less good or less intense.
I could control it, but I don't want to. So it happens sometimes and sometimes it doesn't. It’s also different every time. Sometimes I’m just very moist or wet, and sometimes it’s more extreme. However, not like those minute-long fountains you see in many p**n videos.”
There we sat facing each other, half-lying on the bed. Our legs spread, our eyes fixed on what the other was doing, while we continued to talk. On one side, f****rs brought a glistening wetness to the labia, and on the other, f****rs glided along the pulsating veins on the shaft of a truly beautiful c**k.
A prelude of a different kind that more than fulfilled its purpose and effect.
(To be continued)
more than 3 month ago
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“Wow, that just HAD to be. I've wanted to do that for at least 2 hours! The night is still young – that was just the introductory quickie.
There simply wasn't more in it now, sorry.”
Laughing, we opened the next bottle of wine or beer and then went to shower together. Wrapped in towels, we went back to bed for snacks and drinks.
At some point, we talked about what we need for our m*****bation sessions to stimulate and how we do it. Almost matter-of-factly, maneuvers, methods, and various forms of o****ms were “discussed.” One hand dipped the cheese in the chili dip, and the other hand demonstrated the favored wiping motion. The whole thing was as unreal as it was great.
(To be continued)
more than 3 month ago
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Continuation of the fictional story
This "looking" lasted for about a nanosecond, and completely unexpectedly, I had his lips on my mouth. It happens rarely – at least it happens to ME rarely on the first kiss – but this very short touch was enough to send a shiver through my body. This wonderful tingling that flows over the lips, from the nipples through the stomach to the c**t and back. Automatically, I let out a slight moan.
He moved back a few centimeters, looked me in the eyes, as if he wanted to briefly confirm what we both wanted now. However we did it, but within seconds one side of the bed was cleared. There was no cautious exploration of each other's bodies, no long caresses… how we ripped off the few clothes and fell on top of each other.
Fierce, wild kisses, light biting into the lips, wet t****es on our faces and along the necks and at the same time a powerful penetration of his c**k. Our moans quickly became louder and louder and we both came extremely violently after only a few minutes, shortly after each other. Completely breathless, we lay intertwined with each other.
(To be continued)
more than 3 month ago
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Continuation of the fictional story
After returning to the hotel, he went straight to the shower and I turned the king-size bed into a picnic meadow. He came out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and underwear, set up the necessary sound system via the tablet, and even admitted to me that I was wearing "comfortable clothes."
So we lay on the bed in just that outfit. I don't know how many hours we spent eating, drinking, and talking. Outside, it was definitely dark again. We were both nicely tipsy but not drunk.
Everything was just perfectly fine. The thought of sex was the furthest thing from my mind. At some point, he asked me, "Did you cry? Your eyelids are a little swollen?" "No, I just sacrificed myself as a guinea pig to a friend the day before yesterday. She needed people in her cosmetics studio to test permanent makeup.
That's why my eyes look a bit like a 200-year-old Sc***dkröte (toad) at the moment."
"I need to take a look at that up close."
(To be continued)
more than 3 month ago
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Continuation of the fictional story
I spent half the morning in the bathroom. What you do: proper shaving, brushing my teeth about 80 times, spreading body lotion even into the last corner, make-up, hair… and no special clothes.
Apart from the fact that I would have presented myself with heels and nylon even under other circumstances… I had to live with what was in the kitchenette.
When I was brushing my teeth for the 81st time, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door with a toothbrush in my mouth, and there he was (much too early): in cycling shorts, a helmet in one hand and a backpack in the other.
With foam in my mouth (toothpaste), I stammered a "hello" and he wiped the sweat from his face (it was sweltering outside and I had no idea how far he had come). This greeting was as unromantic as anything and I thought it was great!
"YOU wipe the drool off your face and I'll wash my face and then we'll go shopping. There's a big grocery store around the corner, I just saw. I'll shower afterwards."
Said and done. Just shopping for various bottles of wine, beer, cheeses, grapes, baguette, olives, chips and chocolate was endless fun. Whether anything happens in terms of sex or not: it promised to be a great day!
(To be continued)
