The man who left a mark in my life ... wrote and thought. There were a lot of them. Some left scratches on the heart, other notches on the soul. There are those who do not remember. From some in memory, only faces or names. But there are also bright ones, those from which the soul died down, from which the heart sang and cried. He appeared in my life completely by accident. Although I am deceiving myself. There are no such accidents !!! Life so evolved that dissatisfaction with her husband pushed for treason, to search for what he could not give. And it seemed impossible to surprise me, to teach me anything. Men did not stay long. For some reason, the brightest first meeting is always, and then, with each date, everything becomes ordinary, and the attitude of the man changes, becomes like a wife. Sex sometimes without preludes, brief, just to ... But after all, the lover of the plant was not for the dullness ... and then I again threw this man and found the next one.

When he appeared, I thought that everything would go according to the following scheme: a pair of beautiful, interesting, exciting and exciting dates, and then we part good friends. But from the very beginning everything went wrong. We met at a birthday party of friends, he was with his wife, I was with my husband. The husband, as always, got drunk and banally passed out in the room. We lived then in a dorm, in a small room. Closer to the night the guests began to disperse, someone stayed overnight, and this couple had nowhere to go. And I offered to spend the night with us, but we could only put them on the floor. The drunk husband took the whole bed, and I spread a large air mattress on the floor, where we laid down three of us. I did not want to sleep, we chatted for a long time. I did not notice how I fell asleep. I woke up from a wild desire, feeling the hot hand feeling the breast through the thin fabric of the dressing gown, and the second hurrying up the hem, penetrating under the panties. I did not dare to move ... I was terribly afraid to wake HIS wife, and therefore I lay quietly, baldey from male fingers between my lips, from hot breath on my neck and light kisses on her.

And then suddenly HE slid down, lifted the blanket, and literally dived in there. After a few seconds, I felt a hot, wet, tender tongue on my thigh, and my fingers were pushing my legs hard, trying to get to my bud. I weakly resisted, afraid to wake HIM sleeping wife next to me. Yes, and complex, thinking that the smell is not very attractive. But HE continued his caresses and in the end, I could not stand it, spread my legs, putting HIS in there, finding that now it was HIS problems, that I resisted enough. How skillfully he did it !!! I drowned in pleasure and lust, the desire overwhelmed me so that I did not care for HIS wife, for my husband. Griping the edge of the blanket with my teeth, in order not to give myself a sound, I slightly wriggled under HIS tongue, exhausted from desire. And with her hands she powerfully directed HIS head, now pressing, then pulling back again. And when I was at the peak, and did not understand anything, was seized only by one passionate desire to finish, HE pulled away from me, got out from under the blanket and quietly lay down next. Everything in me was screaming, trembling and demanding a way out!

And HE ... bastard !!! He turned away, putting his hand on his wife's hip and closed his eyes. Pride in me struggled in wild desire, and the mind with recklessness. With difficulty, after some time, I still fell asleep. In the morning, after drinking coffee, we parted in a friendly way with this couple. For several days, I was not bothered by an itching in the lower abdomen. I remembered everything as he caressed me and literally flowed out of desire. My husband did not spoil me like this, could not, and did not consider it necessary. Other men, too, somehow did not often and ineptly. And then my husband went on vacation and I, in order not to see his drunken face and not feel constant fumes in bed, sent him to relatives in another city. And only I sighed with relief as the phone rang. He called me. Frozen, I listened to his greetings, and then he offered to meet, and unable to respond with emotion, nodded. HIS voice became surprised ...and barely realized that he was waiting for a response. Here is a fool !!! It became ridiculous ... because he does not see my nods on the phone.

We met in neutral territory. I do not remember now what it was for the apartment. And it does not matter. I was terribly shy of HIM and I also wanted madly. And he was in no hurry. I poured wine and smiling, watching me blush under his gaze, as I nervously straightened the hem of my summer dress. He was older than me, and it was probably his pleasure to teach an inexperienced woman. It was impossible to sit longer, because we both understood why we met. I got up and went to the bathroom, thinking about how to go out: naked or still wrap in a towel. But HE caught up with me and with a sharp movement pulled me close, kissing my neck so that I almost lost consciousness, and ITS hand unceremoniously reached into the panties. I have long been wet through. And then it was like insanity ... He jerked them off with one jerk, and sharply bent me, throwing his chest on the table and immediately sticking a hot member so that I arched and for the first time in my life I moaned loudly, without controlling myself. And He moved measuredly, caressing everything inside, but I did not finish without stimulating the clitoris and lowered my hand to help myself, but he immediately grabbed both hands and pulled me behind my back, fixing both my hands at once ... I was lying on the table with my chest Feeling like a cool tree under the cheek heats up from the heat of the body and exhausted, feeling as he moves inside, teasing, almost bringing to the peak ...

I do not remember how long it lasted, but it was so long and so good that I lost control of myself. And then the pleasure wave after wave began to cover me, each wave rolled more and more often. I wriggled under him, begging to let go, I only needed one touch of the excited clitoris. But he continued at a pace to fuck me, breathing heavily and hoarsely ... and then ... I was covered ... I finished my vagina for the first time. I do not remember my reaction, but I remember that for a while I found myself in such a rush that I turned off. When I came to my senses, my hands were free, and HE poured me with powerful jolts on my bare back. And then he carefully removed the dress so as not to stain it with sperm and threw it aside. Strong hands grabbed me and He took me to the bathroom. I stood on trembling legs, and HE smiling silently washed me. I was shy and hid my eyes from HIM. He took me by the chin and lifted me up, looking into the eyes: “Girl, you are superb!” He said and kissed. And then he laid me on the table, and I no longer resisted, surrendered to his hands.

I first learned what a real lake is! I have not finished with men more than once before ... and they didn’t try too hard, taking my words for granted that this was impossible. And he did not even listen to me ... he caressed ... so skillfully and skillfully that I was choking in the next orgasm, no longer hesitating and exposing my bud to HIS lips and tongue.

Our meetings have become regular. My friends noticed that I flourished and prettier, it became much more positive, calmer and more pleasant in communication. Vaginal I, however, did not finish anymore, but he still brought me to the orgasm several times during the meeting. After a couple of meetings, he asked me to give a blowjob. I enthusiastically agreed. ITS member was pleasant, firm, and the head was gentle, soft and with a pleasant aroma of a man and a light perfume. After my very first movements, HE gently stopped me and began to direct my movements, pressure, penetration depth. He taught me, unobtrusively, gently, but aggressively leading to how to do it, so that the man would be especially pleased. In each meeting, the member penetrated deeper, I stopped coughing and choking and began to really feel the pleasure and excitement of the blowjob.

He never finished in my mouth, having at the last moment to finish either on the body or inside. And I got better at this technique, I began to be interested in various sources, how to do it better. And in one place I read that if you make swallowing movements, then he will be fine. And in one of the meetings, when the penis was almost completely in the throat, and the lips were already touching HIS short cropped pubic hair, I tried to do it.The reaction for me was stunning and even scared, he roared loudly, grabbed my hair so that the pain gripped my head, and powerfully, literally planted me on a hard, pulsing member, and immediately poured down my throat, pressing my face to my groin. I choked, tears gushed from my eyes, a part of the sperm was swallowed, a part flowed over my lips, flowing down to my chest. But he has not calmed down yet, did not let me release the penis from the lips. And then ... then he gently kissed and asked for forgiveness that he could not restrain himself, then accusing me of having driven him to his ecstasy with his throat, then he asked for forgiveness for his lack of restraint. and I listened to him and savored the taste of sperm in my mouth. Never, not a single man let her in my mouth. And I liked it !!! And HE again laid me out and satisfied me with my tongue, fingers, lips.

Totally impossible to tell in detail. We met with him for almost three years. He taught me not only mutual affection, but also poses, HE was a man who took the virginity of my ass, so much so that I cried from pleasure. He taught me role-playing games, bought sexy lingerie for games and various toys. He introduced me to BDSM ... taught to obey and obey. He became my drug. I never knew that the next meeting was preparing for me, I was shaking only at the thought that I would meet with him soon. But everything comes to an end. He was honest. He said that now I know everything and know how, and that he can no longer teach me anything. He began to become attached to me as a friend and woman, and therefore it is time to leave. At first I was offended, then I was upset, and then proudly lifting my head said: “Well, okay!” Breaking it was terrible !!! I realized that I did not just want him, I fell in love. And for the first time in my life, I called myself, begging to meet, jealous of his wife, the whole world before gnashing of teeth, sobbing at night in a pillow near a sleeping drunk husband. But he was adamant. And then I changed the number, and I completely lost it. At first, I rushed into all grave, but often changing men did not bring satisfaction. They were crazy about my blowjob, although I did not give anyone cum in my mouth, but they could not give me what HE gave me. For some, the meeting with me was a pleasant affair, others fell seriously in love ... but no one could do what he could. Over time, the pain of loss dulled ... I began to calm down and already with knowledge I picked up my lovers. But HE remained the man who helped me to love sex the way I love him now, who revealed the beauty of this relationship at any level, introduced me to the most exquisite caresses, who helped to understand my body and taught to satisfy it in various ways: passionately ... gently ... hard ...

But the world is small. After a decade, we met with him by chance. He bought me roses and we sat in a small cafe. At first they were just silent, looking at each other and smiling. He almost did not change ... only a few wrinkles appeared in the corners of the gray eyes, and somehow the facial features became a little softer. And then we talked, and he admitted that with great difficulty he broke away from me. What even went into hard drinking. But it was necessary to leave, his wife became pregnant. Now he has two sons. Life went on. I timidly asked about the meeting. HE smiled and replied that one cannot enter the same water twice, that now I can do everything, and we will not be so interested together. And then he was silent, and looking into his eyes he said that he could not simply meet, that feelings would be stirred again, and this was unacceptable. I was silent and took his decision. He probably waited from me, but I was so used to obeying HIM that I did not object, did not insist. After all, he was waiting ... he was interested in my attitude towards him ... Dura ... We parted, without looking into each other's eyes, said the phrases on duty, he put me in a taxi ... I roared all the way home, berating myself and regretting the loss ... More life did not give me a chance ... we no longer met.