Lolita's House Part 1

All start in Germany, specific in Berlin. In that age I have worked in a publicity agency. It was not good, not bad too but this was my unique work. Berlin is a nice city. The large buildings, rude people, white skin guys, that`s all my passion. But, I prefer the forest. I would like to live in a forest house; the pure air is my life.

I parked my little Volkswagen in the pretty “Lolita’s House”. I do not sure, if this is the name. I cannot remember. Actually, since that age, I had not remembered too much.

It was late January and although it was not so late, getting dark on the village. I saw an old man with laborious steps. He looked so tired.

I wish to see you again. In this cold night, I could see him. He was robust as ever. Robust such my heart. As a Pink Floyd’s song, I wish you were here. Did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?

All my pains were fixing. I felt fantastic to see him again, to be near him, but I have a terrible pain. On the other hand, I was a luxurious pleasure. Because beautiful love for him. My heart was stolen.

I pulled the key, turned off the headlights and surrounded my heart. I did not like to see him but my temptation is unique.

I could see inside the “Lolita’s House” a red glow from the house and his living room heralded. In the fact he had an anticipation of my visit, he was very romantic with a sea of ​​candles. I rummaged in my little black imitation leather travel bag out my eyeliner and drew in the dark and without a mirror the lines around my eyelids. Using my fingers, I went through my hair to, shake out my hair, which he likes so much a little.

We had a great weekend together from Friday evening to Sunday. Oh, my God I was so nervous. In my car, i thanked if i cannot enter to the house. However, he was wonderful. Although, how can we deny a sea of candles?

 I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed my mind. My stomach had a riot of butterflies. All my problems were forgot. My sons, my problems with my boss, the minimum pay of my credit card, all the women`s existence. I left everything behind me, which is not the “here and now” when I got out of my car.

 I called him to the intercom. He answered: Hi honey, I am from you.

He opened the solid door such as wood of the big forest. Oh! He was here; he was brave as an always. My heart began to beat faster. He was standing on the first landing before me, as the Lord created him Naked. His powerful body still damp from the shower. He said: “Hey. I’m looking for you, grabbed me bitch”. He spoke as dirty as mariner. I thought grabbed me gentleman. I dropped my bag on the floor.

On the other hand, I was a little irritated about his presence. He has been the same all the time. I hate him. But, he is my perfect valentine. I does not matter the society.

 

He put my luggage down, pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. “Forgive me, I still had so much done and only now had time to quickly jump into the shower.” I lifted my head to him and a blizzard kiss pressed our lips. I think his penis at my belly began to be hard. Played unmoved I parted from his arms and said: “You will look and catch a cold”.

 

While he dressed next door, I sat on the sofa in his small living room, between countless red and yellow cushions. I had been listening a romantic music when I smelt a dried roses and fragrant lavender. That is the smell of the god. I felt pretty and smiled at me softly. He would find me certainly desirable.

He came in. He asked what I wanted to drink, if I was hungry, hungry for some fruit, coffee, or espresso. Really, I was hungry for him. I want to eat all of him.

 

I should just tell him if I wanted to have anything. He was wearing a black shirt, oriental-sounding linen ensemble of wide cut trousers and a shirt with a deep, embroidered with ornaments neck. Its a ponytail bound, dark hair, the short-trimmed beard and his dark brown eyes, gave him the mysterious untamed appearance, which I find so appealing.

I looked into his big cat eyes and his expression when he falls during lovemaking in his erratic passion. He demanded everything, unconditionally and ruthlessly. Yet, his eyes were velvety and he give endeavor to satisfy me with his hospitality. I smiled at him and said a glass of water would be enough for me. For now my men. I thought. However, I felt my breath involuntarily and the muscles pulled together in my pelvic floor and a sweet tingling in the lower abdomen.

He put two glasses and a bottle of water on the flat table; he asked if I wanted to have something to nibble, he put another music, of course more romantic.

Finally, he sat down and leaned back against the pillows. I was able to relax a bit and make myself comfortable beside him. I kept a small distance to touch him. We told a little this and that, during the wonderful fragrance of incense and the gentle sounds wistful old Irish melodies filled the small room with the dark orange-painted wallpaper.

As always when I am with him, we dived, into another world, we were in a private cosmos in which there is nothing more than him and me. No yesterday, no tomorrow, just this one, an eternal hour in which we find ourselves. I like to call it bliss. He was wonderful feeling of satisfaction. In this hour, everything is void, and forgets what divides us.

The universe conspiracy in your favor for the love, my grandfather always told me that. However, I did not understand this until to this day. He had taught me all of me and of my passion.

After he told a sarcastic way stories from his time at the Army, which we laughed and I can listen to over and over again without being ever boring, I began to stroke him with his eyes. I looked at the shape of his hands, I feel so happy, his fingers with manicured nails; I watched his chest rise and fall in breathing.  I valued the line of his beautifully curved, broad shoulders. I listened to his voice, but not his words.

He noticed that I had stopped listening to him and asked: “Are you feeling well, are you okay?” I looked at him, smiled and nodded. “I’m glad, because I want that you have everything you need when you’re with me,” he said softly and gently touched his fingertips back of my hand. I pulled back my hand as if by chance, pulled myself together and apologized for my digression. He said: “Do not apologize you, I like you, I think it’s nice if you’re so engrossed himself and dreaming” I felt like my heart began to hurt and to break this dangerous romantic mood, I laughed, threw him: “Yes, yes, you can say now only out of courtesy”. I thought that this man is awesome. I want more and more and more.

So we talked the next hour. The music was over. I did not like that because the music was perfect. The mix or Arabian and Germany music is perfect for me. I like the world music. That is my favorite music, in fact, all the way of the house I listened “Enia” , “Era” and “Yanni”. But, I did not know that was the best music which I listened in my life. He told me about that music, in this time he was interested in the new age way. The new age music is a perfect music to making love. The color of the sounds and the texture of the harmony, I could reach to the climax only for the music.

 

In and other hand, I want to bit him when he spoke. I cannot remember if I bit his hear, if I cannot in this time I will die to do. With the sounds of music composed for dark hours and secret passions, I always feel fine for this.

I want more and more and more of him. He is so rude and so gentleman. He is a mix of passion and chivalrous. I hate him in some cases.

 

I can remember more of the story of the “Lolita’s House” I get wet only for think that. I heat up. Maybe a dildo helps me. Or maybe not?.

 

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