A few years ago - or rather, about 4 years ago, I moved to Moscow from my city. Not that I wanted to make money, just shortly before that, I lost my head and fell in love with one young man and moved to live with him. He was a little older than me. We met at a seminar in the Japanese Center. I came there to study small and medium businesses. The workshop was held in the summer and lasted 4 days. Since I strongly wanted to show myself well and then go on an internship, I tried my best to please the Japanese. I sat on the first desk, wrote down everything that the lecturer said, asked and answered questions, in short, behaved like an excellent student (in principle, I always was). On the second day at the seminar we were divided into groups, I got into group number 7. In our group there were several girls from different cities and two young men. Both are tall and beautiful. One is Asian, came from somewhere in the North, the second is most likely Russian. (only later I learned that he was part of an Armavir Cossack), but then, and now, it didn’t matter. I immediately noticed the second young man. how I liked him. He was tall, not too tall, just what I like, gray eyes, slim. He was wearing a dark gray suit, a light blue shirt, and a dark red tie. my heart sank as I looked at him. And indecent fantasies arose in my head, as I stretched his shirt and poked my face into his chest and inhaled his scent. He smells pleasantly of Kenzo's toilet water, and I adore this smell.

At that time I was married for about three years. I did not cheat on my husband, although I constantly dreamed and thought about having sex with anyone other than my husband. As a man, my husband didn’t suit me much, or rather didn’t. If before the wedding, he somehow tried to be active in the bed, then after the stamp, he just fell asleep, and on my harassment he said that he wanted to sleep and, turning back, fell asleep, loudly snoring all over the apartment. In the beginning I was desperate, he snored nearby and I was filled with tears, and then I found solace in reading indecent tales on the Internet, or watching indecent films. Literature of this genre instantly turned me on, and films, even of low quality, helped me to relax. Having looked at something, or having read something, I was just brutally turned on, I was widely spreading my legs in a chair near the computer and gently caressing my lower lips and clitoris with my fingers. I was all wet with desire and dreamed of a member, so that he went into me and appeased. I wanted so much that a man would take hold of me, that it would be a good man, who would just take me, to pull off her panties and bra, to knock me down and put in, and with quick, lustful movements would tire me. So that I screamed at what was good for me, so that my heart would jump out of my chest and after a while, so that we would finish together and I finally calmed down from my sick fantasies.

So, I always wanted sex, for three years of marriage, I have never physically changed my husband, but I always dreamed of being inserted. I didn’t even dream of romance - flowers, champagne, poetry, I dreamed about rough sex, but long ... when I saw a little simpotichny man (and not to mention simpotichny or beautiful), then I almost immediately thought. " I wonder what his dick is. Probably he has a big and thick dick. He's probably really good at having sex. "These thoughts were permanent and didn't let me go. The workshop lasted 4 days, the last 2 days we worked in a group. We discussed business ideas, worked on the project. I took an active part in the discussion, trying to drive away thoughts about sex. I really liked the young man in our group and I often thought about him. I, to the best of my upbringing, could not have thought that we could have something in real life, but no one could forbid me to dream.

For some reason, thoughts appeared not only to be inserted, but also some romantic notes. At the end of the seminar we made a presentation in front of the Japanese. We chose Aleksey to give a presentation. He went out into the middle of the audience and talked ... what he was talking about. I don’t remember ... and even then I didn’t listen to him ... but only looked at him and dreamed ... but my dreams were so unreal. I understood that this is the last day of the seminar and already today I will leave for my city and if I don’t go and get a grant for the trip, we will rather never see each other again, and if I do, it may not work ... I dreamed, but dreams were ... unreal.

The seminar was over, all presentations were made and we, about 40 people, a lecturer and a translator stood in the lobby and drank champagne, wine and ate sandwiches at the buffet table. I thought about how I would approach Alex and talk to him, ask for a phone or exchange Internet addresses. I thought everything, but it seemed to me too indecent to do so. But Alexey came up to the girl from our group and they exchanged addresses, then to me, then to another girl. as I understood, he decided to keep in touch with all of us in order to discuss Japan and be aware of who passed and who did not.

I came to my city and began to go into my box every day, constantly waiting for me to receive news from him ... A few days later, Alexey wrote to me, he wrote something about Japanese culture, asked what I thought about Japan, and as I understand them. We began to correspond. But I understood that he could not treat me as a woman, since he was too nobly raised (this could be immediately said by his appearance), and most likely treats me as a friend, as a comrade. He did not ask me whether I was married or not, but I had such a wide prominent ring that I was sure that he knew that I had a husband. I communicated with him on the Internet - nothing indecent, or rather everything is too decent ... and dreamed about it. I understood that I was married and nothing could be between us. That I live in one city, he is in another. that we will never be together. Yes, maybe he never wanted to have something between us, but just chatting with me for nothing to do.

I wrote about what interests me, about the music I listen to ... just chatted with him, and then went to the bedroom, lay down on a wide bed, closed my eyes ... spread her legs wide ... I didn't even caress myself imagined ... how he is my dream ... lies between my legs on me ... how he kisses my neck ... and I stroke my hands on his head ... I dreamed not about sex, but about love .. with a man whom I hardly knew, he came into my dreams ... into my dreams into my desires ...

(I will continue soon)

katenok

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