Hello!

How many we have not seen you? Month, year, and maybe more ... I do not know. I'm tired of counting. I do not know why I am writing this. Probably for never sending.

I'm not even sure that you remember my name, and even if ... Your memory probably erased my face. I even began to fantasize about how I could accidentally run into you on the subway and your eyes may slip through me, but you will not recognize me. It hurts, but turns it on.

And I will consider you, admire, hiding behind a book.

I look at you, noting how you have changed, how your face has become even calmer and colder. But your eyes, in which the imps dance, remain the same. And lips ... Sensual lips, taste and warmth of which, I will not forget. Just because I do not want to forget.

I get out of the car before you and for the rest of the day, your image will haunt me.

Then I can not calm down for a long time, because your eyes have awakened lust in me ... I am ashamed to admit it, but to keep in myself no more urine.

Perhaps someday, I will decide to write you a letter.

Not now. I do not have enough strength. But I always liked to share my fantasies with you, experiencing burning shame and excitement. In this I look like Anna ...

Therefore, I will leave it here, in the hope that one day you will stumble upon this story, or maybe you will even find a login and password and log into our shared account.

I am typing this story and I feel an excitement build up in me. Understand that what I am now telling is very intimate. Not only my body was exposed before you, but also the soul.

My hands are trembling, my lips are chilling, and my whole body is twisting with excitement. And blame that I imagine how you will read all this.

I imagine that you can feel, it gives me pleasure to indulge in fantasies with your participation, and I do not want anything to restrain them.

I imagine our metro trip again. I observe how you look at the girls. Trying to guess what thoughts are swarming in your head. I see how you look at another nymph and lick dry lips. I noticed a long time ago that you like to do it. To consider. Usually, you caress the female buttocks, covered in skirts. In such black pencil skirts, under which you can wear only a belt with stockings and you can not wear panties at all. That gives even more options for fantasy.

I wonder what you think at such moments? I imagine you are struggling with the desire to touch the silk skin on the inner surface of the female thigh. Then, emboldened, your hands would rise above overcoming the edge of the stockings edge, making their way to the cherished fruit.

I think about it all day. In the office at the chef, in a meeting with colleagues, bending over the shoulder of the artist, showing me the layout. In these moments, I imagine you with a variety of girls. Especially with D. "Watching" as you caress, putting it right on my desktop. As your strong hands wander through her slim body, climbing into the most secret places.

The image changes and, behold, you caress me with your tongue, sitting on the table.

From such pictures I am covered with a strong wave of desire, the panties instantly become wet, and the excited nipples rub painfully against the bust cups.

Thinking about it, I lock myself in the toilet stall. My hands sneak under the fabric of the dress, caressing the hips. Gently, I tease myself through the delicate lace. I pull off the moment, but I can no longer tolerate it. My fingers penetrate the fabric of the panties, touching the wet genital lips. I tease the clitoris, penetrate one finger into the vagina. Having pressed my back to the wall, I caress my pussy whining with desire at a very fast pace. Faster, faster. At other times, I would have put off my pleasure, playfully pulling on my small lips, slowly inserting my finger inside to remove it to draw wet patterns on my thighs, but now I can not stop.My fingers are increasingly pulling the clitoris, weasel turns into a sweet, so welcome pain that responds throughout the body. How do I need you. How I want to feel your dick inside ... Imagine how your head sinks into me, massaging the walls of the vagina, I finish, shuddering in a strong orgasm.

Just in time. My absence could be noticed. I take a breath and go back to my office. My body is trembling. And the legs are almost dead.

Even after washing my hands, it seems to me that I feel the scent of my juices on my fingers. And I remember how delightfully you licked my juices, how you liked my taste and how such intimacy insanely led both of us.

From these thoughts, my vagina begins to throb again. Despite the recent relaxation, I still feel a wild sexual hunger.

Never before have I waited for the end of the working day. I want to get home as soon as possible to immerse myself in my fantasies again. With your gift, bring yourself a few more times. Otherwise, I can not sleep, I can not get you out of their fantasies.

I remember you again. You do not leave my thoughts. How bitter it is.

I need to see you, hug, kiss. Hold your hands on your strong shoulders. (Did you know that the sensation of your body under the fabric of your shirt drives me crazy? I enjoyed the sensation of your muscles by the sweat-ironed fabric. So I had a new fetish.)

But we will not see each other. I specifically changed the city. But even if I change a country or a planet, you will not escape from my thoughts. Therefore, my fantasies about meeting in the subway are obviously not feasible. I insure. I did not love you. But did not cease to wish. Never stopped flowing like a bitch with every thought of you, Alex.

Let it be with me. Let it remain my "battery".

It comes to the absurd. I imagine myself in an absolutely alien body. As we again encounter in the subway at the very rush hour. People so much that you find yourself pressed to me. Although, no, not even to me. And to the body of some fragile red-haired girl, to the body in which I found myself this time. You are so close. I feel hot breath on my neck and your excited cock, which rests against my buttocks.

No, this is of course an accident, it is unlikely you will ever allow yourself this behavior. But this picture began to haunt me.

All this I imagine on the way home.

And, barely crossing the threshold of the apartment, I begin to undress, dropping clothes directly to the floor, rather I run into the shower. To get up under the hot jet of water, frantically torment his pussy. Before my eyes, your desired image. I imagine how in this bathroom you put me wet on your knees and immerse your dick in my mouth. I, with pleasure, greedily swallow it, paying special attention to the head. How sweet it is to me! How I wanted this! At this moment, my whole body is riddled with lust, and lives only with the desire to surrender, to belong to a dear man. This native and alien at the same time. I can imagine how you cum in my mouth, watching me from top to bottom. Watching with what pleasure I drink your nectar, as my eyes are clouded with mist. I'm going crazy...

I am immoral, lustful and shameless ...

One night. I asked you all about one night to keep in your memory the taste and smell. In addition to our day, our night was also on our board.

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