I admit that I have long ago withered that sex is a rather monotonous thing. well, fuck you in different holes, well, poses differ somewhat, well, you end up with them in different ways.

That's all. But recently I realized that I was catastrophically mistaken. It all started with the fact that one of my friends asked:

- Do you want to get acquainted with the latest true romantic?

“Come on,” I replied recklessly.

For me, romance is what? D'Artagnan, waving his sword, Don Quixote with the windmills, these are male incarnations, and the female ones somehow never come to mind.

“The real and the last romantic” bore the name Voldemar, and according to his passport - Volodya. He was short, but slender, and in his eyes could not see the uncovered lust. Or did he react to me like that?

His first step to my hole was an invitation to the park of culture. While riding on a ferris wheel, shooting at the shooting range, eating ice cream, there was no inclination to my honor. But when he managed me, razomlevshuyu from his treatment, to drag on the roller coaster after the hour line, it all started.

While my uterus, and with it and other organs moved inside the body, threatening to escape, I did not notice how Voldemar’s hand was in my crotch.

And I myself squeezed her fingers with my own fingers, squeezing them into my flesh. Only when the trailer stopped and he slowly removed his hand, she understood what was happening. You could, of course, be offended, but Voldemar's charm already fascinated me, and, I understood it only after the last attraction, I was already ripe to know how Voldemar was fucking.

After realizing this desire, there was no reason to be shy. But still flirting, then allowing yourself to kiss, then denying it. But at the same time, Voldemar was allowed to inspect with his fingers new areas of my body.

In the end, everything happened according to plan. He invited me to his place, and I, for the sake of thinking, agreed. But so far nothing particularly romantic has been observed in Volodya. The guy is like a guy. Is that polite and courteous than most of my friends. At some point, I thought that Voldemar was blue, but with his views speaking of passion he dispelled this impression.

At first they drove to the subway for a long time, then they walked, then they waited for the bus, then again they stomped with some dark courtyards and ravines. Through the efforts of Voldemar the usual trip turned out to be an exciting adventure.

Finally they ended up in his one-room apartment on some high floor. Without lighting electricity, Voldemar led me into the room, put candles on the floor, lit them. While I was smoking, he fumbled in the kitchen and soon appeared naked from there, but with a tray. In fact, he was not completely naked, some kind of cloth bandage was hanging on his hips, which did not hide the excited member at all.

On the tray were a bottle of French champagne, two glasses and a chocolate bar. Waldemar slammed the cork against the ceiling and poured the frothy liquid. We clinked glasses.

- And you will not change? - He asked after the first glass.

I agreed and after a few minutes I was in the same clothes as the landlord.

“Today we will be prehistoric people,” said Volodya and added:

- I hope you do not mind?

I had nothing against me. All this atmosphere, candles, champagne, a half-naked look acted relaxingly and excitingly at the same time.

We drank more. Waldemar hooked closer and started at first unobtrusively, and then more and more actively cling to me and kiss.

I did not resist. Finally I felt that I had to get up, it was wet under me. My cave opened and was ready to receive the long-awaited guest. Waldemar felt it and, a little away, slyly looked at me:

- Come on?

- Come on ... - I cooed.

- To my mind?

- As you want...- and this agreement turned all my ideas about sex.

For starters, Woldemar put on some kind of belt (he left only my shaven mound free) with straps across his chest and shoulders. The belt was wide, coarse, and smelled of fresh leather, and on the sides and on the back metal rings were attached to it. And he put on the same, then something strange began. He began to tie long white cords to the rings on his belt, carefully checking each knot. He did the same to himself.

- Why is this? - I could not stand it.

“You'll see now ...” Voldemar said romantically.

He tied both bundles of ropes to the hooks set in the balcony door, and throwing it open, he led me to the balcony. Yes, I thought, in the fresh air - it is romantic.

But everything turned out to be much worse. Suddenly, Waldemar caught me in his arms and, going up to the railing, dropped me down.

Squeezing, squealed what was urine. I wanted to live! Only after a while I realized that I was not falling, but I was hanging between sky and earth at the height of an eerie floor, and Voldemar was hanging nearby, and his hands were rummaging around me, trying to crawl inside, pushing my thickets.

- you what? - I shoved him, but we both swung in different directions and re-connected.

- I told you, we are prehistoric people. Dinosaurs and saber-toothed tigers roam the earth. And here it is safe and possible to do ...

“I’m afraid ...” I replied, crying.

“Don't be afraid,” Voldemar said sweetly. - I myself am afraid. but what a thrill!

I didn’t notice from fear that he had already pulled me towards himself and was already laying on his hips, feeling for the entrance to my vagina with a protruding process. Soon he succeeded. At first I didn’t care, it was only one thought to get out of this trap. but oddly enough, the fucking in the air completely absorbed me, and I already didn’t care that there was an abyss, a hard earth under my feet. I was fucking and free.

The wind swept our bodies, we spun slightly. About fear remained and squeezed my vagina, in which Voldemar's rigid rod moved.

Suddenly I started to cum. It was endless, like a storm that threw me onto rocks and ripping my body to shreds. It seems that I was screaming, but Voldemar did not pay attention to it and continued to hold me tightly by the buttocks, nodding over and over again.

I don't remember how I ended up in the apartment. I only remember that at some point I took a burning candle out of my anus, I remember that we seem to be fucking, walking up the steps of the porch, then, without changing posture, rode in the elevator. It seems to have met some belated drunk who sat down next to us and did not want to go out on his floor.

I remember that the lights were shining, and we were walking along a deserted street. A member of Voldemar wandered in my guts.

She woke up only in the morning, tired and broken, like a horse - water carrier. I returned home. A few days later, Waldemar called and said that he had a brilliant idea. but I refused. One session of high romance was enough for me ...