6

My girls don't like light. They avoid appearing in public, be it a theater, a restaurant or a nightclub. They love safe privacy, away from the hustle and bustle of the street ramp.

Like shaggy moths, we fluttered with Yulenka through the dark, quiet streets of Minsk, looking for the most secluded places. Then they ran before closing to a cozy cafe and took a table in the corner. Julia went to the toilet while I was ordering. Then she came back and sat with her back to the hall, wrapping her face mask in her hair.

After our first intimacy, I began to show less and less interest in her. It was part of one big plan.

Initially, only I called, offered to meet. Then calls from my side became less and less, and Yulenka, having flipped, began to take the initiative more and more often. I was still glad to hear her when she called, first offered her to meet, but each time this right also became part of her duties. I taught her to think that all this is needed only for her alone.

I tamed her.

She already felt the cold breath of parting and with all her strength held out so as not to fall. She tried to bring everything back to its former places. I pretended, took over the initiative, put down her vigilance, she relaxed, was happy again, laughed happily, but soon my calls again became less and less, and every day without communication I pierced my heart with a red-hot needle. She with new forces rushed to save the situation.

When this period of relationship comes, I no longer need to worry about anything. This is the honeymoon for which I worked so long. There is nothing more beautiful than female courtship. My girl is afraid of any wrong gesture or look from her side. Constantly delving into himself, looking for a problem. And he sees her. Here she is - she herself. It's so cute.

Sexually, Yulia also ceased to interest me, and she had to do everything herself. I call this passive sex: you lie motionless on your back with eyes closed, surrendering completely to your partner. She can excite me, jump from above, make a blowjob, bring to orgasm. That's all. If you try hard, orgasm will not work. And even an erection will not. I tried as best I could: before each of our meetings I masturbated three or four times, squeezing all the juice out of myself. In addition, I ran to the bathroom just before sex to take off the tension.

Yulenka also tried as best she could, but she didn’t succeed. The member was weakening, turning into a miserable process in his eyes. Julia was afraid to make me blowjob even more disgust. At about the same time, she began to blame herself for my impotence. I did not reassure her, and once hinted that certain things excite me that excite me.

- What kind? - we lay naked in an embrace after another unsuccessful attempt to have sex.

I sleepily smack in languid bliss. It seems we finally came.

- You will not understand anyway.

- Why? You think I'm so innocent?

- I think it will be too hard for you.

- Well, tell me. After all, I have the right to know - Julia eagerly grabs this opportunity. In her voice heard notes of anger. She seemed to say to me: "Why have you been silent all this time?"

I am really silent for a long time, depicting an internal struggle, an incredible constraint.

“It excites me to look,” I finally quietly squeeze out of myself.

She digests a long time before asking uncertainly:

- And how do you imagine this?

“Okay, forget what I said.” It is still not about us.

- No, tell me! - in her voice heard excitement. Her eyes glisten from under the mask.

I am silent again for a long time, swallowing nervously.

- What is there to tell? I would like to see you with another man - I turn on my back and close my eyes.

She is silent suspiciously long.

- What kind of man? - Finally, she asked frightened.

I am silent for a long time.

- What kind of man, cat? Well, tell me - it includes affection that she likes so much.

I answer slowly, thoughtfully, gradually irritated:

- With a man in a mask, and you must also be in a mask. Everything? Are you satisfied - I evil turn away to the wall, putting his hands under his head.

We lie silently for about a minute. She takes my conditions hard.

- And often you need it?

- And how often do you want me to get excited?

- Clear...

This ended our conversation, and Julia continued to blow on the embers of our relationship, crumple my member in the hope that the relationship would flare up again, and the member would confirm. But every day it became more and more stated in the idea that there is only one way to make the flames flare up. And once she decided. I accepted her consent calmly. I knew she would agree. If she were against, she would immediately declare it, accuse me of the absence of love for her. But she had no right to do that. At that time, she no longer had any rights.

***

Julia had a lot of questions, I had all the answers. Yes, she will be in a mask, yes, he too. It is not necessary for me to be in a mask, because I will prepare a man. No, there will be no kisses, just caressing hands and sex in a condom. No, a man will not stick his fingers anywhere. No, you can not speak, you can only moan. Everything will be held to the music that I choose myself. After orgasm, the man will dress and leave. Yes, I will lead the process. Yes, I'll be there all the time. Yes, I will be in clothes. Yes, when a man leaves, I'll make love to her.

All this extremely frightened her, but I reassured her by the fact that I would always be there, I would hold her hand, if necessary. I carefully hid my emotions. And she barely restrained herself not to cry. I forbade her to cry.

She herself chose the day in which she was comfortable. I did not hurry her, she needed to think carefully about everything. I put her in a corner, put before a difficult choice - either me and my fantasy or loneliness. And every day a respite removed me from her.

Finding a man was not a particular problem. On the dating site, I created a profile with Yulina's photographs, in which no faces are visible. She has delicious forms. Those wishing to fuck his wife when her husband was found above the roof. Against the masks, too, no one objected.

On the appointed day, I made Julia put on a beautiful underwear, and we sat down to wait. In lacquered stiletto heels, black stockings with an arrow, black thong panties and a bust with a lace pattern, she looked chic. Not counting the faces, of course. There was one more problem - fear. Julia was so afraid that her hands became cold, and she herself began to tremble. I reassured her as best I could, caressed with tender kisses, began to prepare her with my finger. For a long time I did not show so much attention to her, and she gradually thawed. For a long time she could not get aroused, and I had to try hard before her pussy filled with juice.

When the doorbell rang, Julia started. Her cold hand found mine, her trembling passed on to me. I took out a mask and pulled it over Yulina's head. It was a black balaclava from thin spandex with neat slits for the eyes. I made the cut also from above to let Yulina let her hair out. Now nothing pointed at Yulin flaw. From under the mask were visible only her beautiful black eyes. A chic mist of thick, wheat-colored hair, falling around her head, reminded me of how beautiful Yulenka was.

“Sit here and don't touch anything,” I said nervously to her and ran to open the door.

He was a young man of about twenty-five. Tall, broad-shouldered, with disheveled dark hair. Healthy man with big lips, nose, cheekbones. A child who has not yet grown up for a serious relationship, yesterday's student, still looking for freebies. I met him before once, so that there were no punctures ....