Lolita's House Part 3

Lolita does not know anything of this. It`s better for her. I don’t know if he is so wild with his wife. Lolita has a perfect booty. I can imagine the sex with her. It would be perfect. Lolita is tallest than me. I can`t imagine what is the problem in this relationship. Why he always search me?.

I don`t think that. I’m thinking to say her about our relationship but I don`t have the value of that. Lolita please pardons me. Your husband is so perfect. The cook is unique. In his shoulder I can cry a lot. You know I have a lot of problems. Do you know me? I think it not.

I`m going to continue

After of the crazy sucking of his cook he groaned and said, “What are you doing with me?” I enjoyed my perfect power, I had been watching the tip of the knife on his skin for five seconds, the track that she left and my desire to push the blade deeper into his skin in order to see his blood. His heart was heard so great that I could control myself with difficulty. I put the knife away, sat on him, kissed his mouth and bit him in the neck and shoulder such as vampire. He grabbed me and returned my caresses as hard and violently. I held in his hair and called with my body and my sighs more and more.

What is the problem with that? The problem is the pain. Or the pain is pleasure?

Somewhere between the pads, he pulled the scarf out, put it on my neck and pushed me back on the sofa. I lay motionless under him and the looks we exchanged were more eloquent than words and every sigh there could ever be. He pulled the scarf tighter and tighter and through my body chased feelings that I can not name them. I was so completely at his mercy, like always. He could take the life of me with another small handle. If there was anything that had until then separated me from him, I let it go. I let go of everything, every thought, every fear and doubt and gave myself to him just completely out.

He penetrated with a deep thrust into me. I groaned I have been wanting for lots of years to feel him even deeper and harder into me and demanded more uninhibited. He said: “That is exactly what you need right. I know it. I see it in your eyes. I would like you to fuck for hours until you beg for mercy, cry bitch, cry bitch. Shall you have everything you need? “His words made me even more and, my eyes caught his, I was close to a sweet madness. I turned towards him, to accommodate each of his thrusts deeper into me, to feel it more intensely, completely merge in the painful consuming desire with him to pick up the separation into two body and become one.

Finally, he pulled me to her knees to take me from behind. He held me grabbed by the hair with one hand, so that I could not avoid him. His other hand however, swung the whip and he struck while he fucked me on my thigh as he rode an unruly horse. I just screamed and could not distinguish whether it was from pleasure or pain. The mixture of both drove me mad and carried me away into another world.

That is all the best sexual experience in my life; I would like to repeat that, with a crazy man like you my perfect valentine. You are the beast of the perversion. I think you can be sadomasochistic. Please teach me my love. Shall we dance on the end of world? In your mouth is all perfect. In your cook is all wonderful.  I did not like you have not touched my breasts. You had eaten my breasts. I think my breast is so candy. My entire boyfriend’s say that.

That was a perfect night. Later, when only the warm light of the street lamp in front of the house fell on the rumpled sofa and the music and the passion faded away, he laid his head in my lap and as I stroked it tenderly and slid his soft long hair through my fingers let he concluded with a sigh toasty eyes. I sat over him and wished that the time may forever persist in this moment – with his head in my lap and my hands in his curls. And my foolish, unteachable, damn heart that wants to the end of time only belong to him hurt so much in my chest that a tear of dark red blood fell into the hair of my gentle slumbering lover.

After the ecstasies, I got out the house. I did not greet him. It is only sex. I do not love him. I would not marry with him. It is only pleasure. It is Pleasure to my female organ and his mastodon organ.

I cannot remember the time or if was day or night when I left his. I drove with my little wolkswagen at the end of the world. I drove to my normal life than I hate it.

Oh! It was a rewarding experience, just the fact that the flesh can be red is special to me and I would always have this situation. I think that all the road. I drove hours and hours aimlessly. Days and nights, the only thing I thought about was escape or come back to the “Lolita’s House”. In this house I lost another virgin. No creed in my life. He always says about his creed. “The creed of love me”.

I would like to be with him another crazy adventure. Maybe it’s hard for me this but I don’t have many lovers today. I have a boyfriend, but I don’t love him. I met him at my job three years ago. It’s called James and it’s nice, I love spending time with him, but is not wild, I want him out and manipulate me like you my perfect valentine.

James Acaria me breasts as anyone. That if I like. Every time licking each breast individually, dam, is so great when it does. James you need more classes. I would like you have my perfect valentine. You do not bite me my ear. You in some times are so bored.

My legs had hurt all the after day. In my office I could not think about another thing. I called a lots of clients, a few of investors and my boyfriend. My boyfriend told me about his bored job and I talked to my job too. I think he suspect but is no my problem.

My life elapses in the routine. I want to see him. But we cannot. He had a relationship an I have a little boyfriend. Of course, I don’t want that for my guilt you break with Lolita. Lolita is a dame. Oh god! Is a dame but we have dishonored. Do you think in that? I think not. You always think in the army, and good music, and candlesticks on your table, you and me in your large bed. Those are your thinks.

Once I heard was his wife who bought the house, hopefully not find out how many times we have intimated. We have dishonored our perversities. If I get to count how many times we made not reach my fingers.

I cannot forget all our sexual experiences in the forest. We had run such as crazy beasts. We are Such as free soul in a slavery society. I don`t forget Germany.

This sexual experience reminds me of the first and this to the second and then the third. The third if it was special. In my childhood I had a boyfriend named Hector; Hector was the love of my life and the reason for my existence at that time.  I was young in that time. Hector was young too. He was born in Italy. He such as Italian cliché. He always sang and loved lots of woman. I wanted to be with forever, made love with him forever, always suck his penis.  This is my first oral experience. I was in his house and he told me about his room. In his room I sucked his cook like a lollypop.  Of course, he sucked my vagina like a oyster. I remember how I spoke in the ear, oh! He had a sweet voice that I always remember. I said, honey, you are the perfect bitch; you are the perfect sex of the life. Please, do not stop making love to me. Remember, I’m your tiger and you are my prey. But that very little hard relationship became more serious and not is more quize with. It was a real fool.

Please always receive me in the house of Lolita’s House.

Please, don’t forget me.