An infidelity story

We are Venezuelan. We are a perfect couple in our country. Hot as sun. We shared class at school, but never exchanged a word. I am very shy and I think her too. We met in alternative college parties in Caracas as strangers, when we had already stripped the immaculate shame with others.

Now it’s one of those nights when the stress of the job will not let me sleep. I try to read, but my mind wanders to the softening of vivid images. My sex is hot and humid. My hands are opening. My fingers Cleave waves of pleasure. My dreams up his burning member burrowing my figure … While he sleeps beside his wife.

This is a story of infidelity. The Fede with his wife; those of a man with his thoughts, feelings and desires. It is also my sexual history of a woman tied to sensory submission anal sex, uncomfortably combined with coercive magically world of dreams of life of princess, with which I fed small.

I’m the bad girl for the rest, in reality, it is nothing more than a piece of meat that was serving the interests of a sentimental journal. The notes of my life are so unfaithful with sensations, like poison oozing from his mouth when I gave eulogies.

Am I bad for wanting to sleep with other men to forget the damage done or I’m terrible to pretend that I only like to practice the missionary?

My feelings have vetoed mangled memory exactly when it happened, but I can still see the first night he recorded his name in my soul. It was a party. At the edge of the Guadalquivir, his verbiage dazzled me. Their lightness and contemporary mead street Betis led us to an intense magreo in darker areas, where everything is bartered more passionate and romantic. We were heading to his old apartment in Ronda de Triana, but our bodies could not withstand the continuous and lascivious impulses, which prevented us from advancing to the speed at which the immediacy of our daydreams excited us.

The police station was only a few meters in front, through the hole in the abdomen of the statue of Belmonte, the Giralda stood. I lifted the skirt with the mastery that makes a bullfighter speedwells. My earrings tinkled with every one of its strengths, but contents jostled. In my mind there was a possibility only be stopped by a policeman at any time. But my sex was indomitably his …

-Stop Please. Let your house, “I begged”.

In a gesture of leniency, he tucked my thong sliding your finger between my moist and burning lips. She placed her skirt, and I turned around the waist to kiss me as I stared.

We’re going to my bed ‘I ordered gently.

The road became eternal. The rise by perpendicular streets was interrupted with quick, passionate kisses and caresses. We heard laughter drunks littering our tenderness with vulgar tirades, but nothing that was not it mattered. And in any case, only they detracted few minutes to start feverishly undressing in her bedroom …
the story had felt such sublime excitement. My body took on thousands of positions, on and under the member. Licking, caressing, and again it rose and lowered his skin, and introduced into my vagina. He had never had such complicity. Time did not exist. Everything was sex. I was an extension of his body. And so far, the orders started from my hands …

‘Turn back without waiting resistance- he said.

I turned on elbows and knees, holding my buttocks. After shake off a slap, he joined, he opened a drawer and pulled out lubricant.

-Fede, I do not need. I’m soaked … I said with complete innocence.

-Inma, I’ll penetrate your ass replied with concentration- absolute.

He was going to tell him that I had ever tasted. He was going to tell him that excited me think about anal penetration. It would allow him to, as if I had control of my body. But nothing was necessary. His fingers pressed my mons and approaching, circling my virgin entrance. Hendían subtly and parted my figure, getting hotter, more angry every moment. I wanted to see the moment I entered, but everything went very quickly. Pain. Pleasure. Intensity. Tension … I loved it. I loved everything: he, his penis and, above all, anal sex.

For days just I am thinking about our reunion, while playing sexual sequences. I could not study. Every time I tried, my brain was driving my fingers to the crotch. I was suffocating. I masturbated. Only I thought in the new world of sensations annals.

I felt so ashamed as evil. Somehow, that was against education he had received. Was the year a cavity such passion and sensual deserved respect, or should eliminate that practice even in my dreams? Would it be equally satisfactory and hot with all men?

eróticoAl story in two hours, sitting in front of those soporific manuals, threw trash these moral issues. The blood was boiling and caused another masturbatory episode. The spiritual wounds only generated more drives that drew my entrance opening, from behind. And again. Tension and contraction. Open me! ‘I shouted in my dreams-. The hours passed slowly. The phone did not sound …

Finally he called. It took a month and a half to do so. Should be 3 in the morning and his voice seemed a broken jar tavern. I told him the direction five times. I sent an SMS to make sure. I got up running to clean up and look for her panties and camisole which, coincidentally, will result sexy. Almost an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Go up, is the 7ºB.

I heard an unintelligible voice. For a moment I thought I had opened the door of the building to a stranger. My soul was on tenterhooks, my body pricked. I had a little panic attack, thinking that something terrible could happen to me. What kind of decisions we make in life to open the door and want to be a drunk man! Or is the world that puts us in these tessituras?

I approached quietly to the window to check it was him. I heard the elevator and clumsy footsteps approaching. It was him. It was a mess. I opened with an instant maternal feeling, which soon fade.

-Fede, You’re in it! I said compassionately.

-Do you believe? he growled, taking hold of my vulva with his hand.

Wait I pleaded nervous and unconsciously. Come to my room stammered.

Suddenly eróticoDe story was made flan and he dominated the whole situation. I got carried away by their desires and I did everything I asked. But I just wanted to repeat our first date.

-Fede, Let me again ‘I imploré-.

‘You first … said sheepishly while I was away from the center of the bed.

-What? I do not understand? Will ya was asking to penetrate? -.

He had gone to doggy style and mumble, incited me introduce you fingers.

Come on, do it ‘I asked incesantemente-

She spread her legs and began to masturbate.

You want you to do it? I asked confused.

‘Do two things at once’ I asked a dejected tone, as if he were carcomiendo- guilt.

‘I’ll do whatever you want, Fede.

Ensalivé my fingers and with extreme delicacy, replayed what he had taught me. I could not imagine was what was about to happen. I began to masturbate, while gently inserting a finger. I stroked inside circling, when I noticed that the member took on a rocky hardness. She moaned and slightly pleasant. I introduced a little finger until I noticed a rough area. He moaned louder. His penis, stone. I continued a few seconds, until it exploded. A waterspout was pushing liquid skin burning, spilling over my hand and bed. And he did not scream, howled with pleasure.

‘This must have been amazing I said, as he fell face down on the pillow.

The next day came the disappointment. He confessed that he had a girlfriend. I loved her very much. He remembered nothing of the night before. Thanks for breakfast and sex, but no thanks. And he dressed and left. And I knew nothing of it until a year later returned to call me at dawn.

eróticoComenzamos story clandestinely and see us more often. The years passed and we were still at the same point. Only we practiced anal sex. We had the same vice. We shared the same charm, the same seduction. Atesorábamos those big, explosive orgasms … until she married.

‘We can not see each other anymore. You’re very sweet, Inma. You’re the woman who has given me more pleasure in life, but within five months will be married a man. I can not do this to my family, I hope you understand-and hung up.

Yesterday I walked over the bridge of Isabel II, the Triana bridge and saw those locks symbols of love from people I do not know. And I thought Fede is also a stranger … for his wife.

And now I’m masturbating. Imagining that penetrates from behind me and makes me climb the orgasmic heaven. Cheating me. Thinking that someday happen again. Lying with other men as if for the first time. Pretending I’m a girl freed, but anally puritanical; trying to show a supposed virtue in private, when I tildan vicious in public.

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Sexuality should not go through having to choose where to be a princess and whore. Merely choose, you will experience another story infidelities. For there is no greater vileness that betray oneself. And Fede …

I can not imagine worse evils as human pleasures refuse to appear to be a pater familias of the most macho. What will have to do one thing with the other! I, at least, and despite my terrible mistakes, I let myself captivated by the anal seduction in my solitude. It is probably impossible to be unfaithful in the strictest privacy …