Game

I know nothing of you, just your voice and the smell of your cologne I remember the day I came near you to me. . the subway surrounded by people, overwhelmed, was lost in me, when I heard

You always seem so sad – whispered in my ear so tired and so lonely I’ve chosen will be mine… .

Frightened, I tried to get away from that voice But you laugh a mixture of sensuality and tenderness, I freeze <../p>

Quiet, I never touch you if you do not want Your deep and beautiful voice woke yearnings in micro I tell stories, and I invite games There is only one condition, not look at me until you’re willing to give yourself to me <../p>

I trembled, a strange emotion awoke within me and unavoidably my pickup soul and storyteller was drawn to the proposal nodded without speaking <.../p>

Since then, every day, you find me in the subway, I do my treatment and do not seek, nor try to see you. I love stories you tell. Some are so beautiful that make me mourn. But others are perverse, sexual, is recreated in every detail, in every body, in every act. And those, those … make me shudder.

Today, you invited me to a game. You’ve whispered all you want me to do for you. I thought about refusing, but I know I can not, that I no longer do.

When I got home, a slight excitement playing with my body. I walked fast, and getting ready to start the game.

Upon arrival I went into the bathroom to prepare my body for you and I let you colaras almost on tiptoe into it. While I was undressing you look behind me, watching, watching my movements in the mirror.

I tilted slowly, offering the vision of my body, my buttocks clad in black jeans, to take my sandals. I unbuttoned the cowboy, feeling your eyes keep my hands, as he lowered his pants and slid my hips to feet.

I have looked in the mirror, trying to find out you would think, tank top hiding almost black panties. I have felt calm in your excitement, content, urging me to go on.

I pulled the shirt up, today I have not even put the bra haste, my breasts are full, slightly swollen and puckered nipple excitement of my own thoughts.

I have come to believe that you are there, behind me watching every move I make. You wrap me with your presence, and the game has almost ceased to be a game. Surprised my own face in the mirror, eyes closed, liquid shine, wet parted lips that I passed his tongue over them unconsciously, the item on the cheeks … I can almost feel you approach and you stick to my back, slide your hands on my body without touching, so close I can feel the heat from your skin.

I hear my own involuntary gasp, I wonder therefore that gets me the game. And a part of me, which he noted the realities smiles mocking me. Just undress and go into the shower, I let the cold water run over my body for a while, it’s a ritual. I’m graduating the water to your liking. Want too hot, all I can stand it, I sensitize the skin, more than it already is. When I get to this point, I forget everything, support my forehead on the tiles and let the water run from the neck to the feet.

I love that feeling of being isolated, the sound of water, warmth and strength of the jet on my shoulders and spine. I wash my hair, I never feel completely clean if I do not. And you want me to be.

Soaped inched my skin, I caress with the sponge, insist on my breasts, sides, stomach … With my hands full of foam flight to be aware of your look, and slowed movements. They begin to be touching, fondling evil, because I know you look at me.

Play with my nipples, my hips, raise one arm to lather carefully, I turn showing you my back, before bowing to wash my legs, start from the ankle with both hands, and I seem to hear as your breathing quickens, to see my ass and my sex from that position.

A liquid warmth fires, sudden, my stomach to think that could make you lose control. I smile to me with his eyes closed and that picture of you holding back content and induces me to be a little more daring. Ride my fingers on my buttocks, caress and ends with soapy ResiGo line that separates them, play around with the small hole, so sensitive, game lather well, for your delight.

I straighten up, and again I look into your eyes. Now almost brazenly I upload a leg at the edge of the tub, I slid my hand through sex, washing every fold, every corner smoothly. I start to sweat despite the humidity, the temperature of my body and my imagination have gone up. I feel strange liquid. I let again very hot water run through my body, taking the foam.

I wrap my body in a towel, big, fluffy, which I love. And almost without looking at the corner where you expect my next move I opened the bathroom door. On the bed waiting for me, not a gown, but a long white robe. Has a virginal and innocent. The slide over my body still wet and touch satin, soft and velvety belie his appearance, makes me feel voluptuous and delivered. Satin ribbon tied around my waist closing it against my body. I look, and I need hardly imagine, you’re here with me, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Again I blush when I ask you to follow me, and I’ll take to my room which is in the house. Here where I write, where study leave emerge where the depths of me. There is a huge closet with mirrored doors, where I can look at my body for you while I masturbate.

You come with me, penetrating my privacy in a way that it has not done anyone. You approach my chair, black leather, with armrests. Ignore the computer that contains half as many dreams, and arrange it to be reflected in the mirror.

Now I feel that the leadership you have it. You sit in the chair and command me to approach me, you ask me to sit on your lap, you look me in the mirror. I feel your body under, and around the mine. I lean, shy back against your chest. He looked in the mirror, fabric, delicate moisture, my skin show through. Are your hands untying the loose knot of the tape, with your eyes fixed on mine in the mirror, you open her away garment gracefully to the sides of my body, take my legs with your hands and you drop each next to yours. I feel vulnerable. Exposed to your eyes and desires.

Look -your whispered voice reaches my ears tell me …

My skin is still damp, I looked in the mirror and hardly recognize the woman who is there left to your wishes. You pretend to know all my secrets. I see those eyes in which there is an unusual brightness, perspiration begins to appear on the upper lip, somewhat forced posture of the neck, the hair begins to curl a little dark on the white robe.

I walk the length of my chest until the birth of my breasts. Your hands caught mine and gently show me how you want to touch me, starting from the clavicle, stroking those strong bones under the skin, slipped under your eyes the tips of the fingers in the gap, reviewing incoming and outgoing, I put the hand under her robe up to the shoulder, sorry round under my hand.

Gently, I turn to my neck, stroking his sides, the soft flesh under the jaw, under the column of the neck, to meet with the birth of the breasts, use both hands, sensitive fingertips, firm contact palms, gradually increasing the pressure, rodeo my breasts firmly, until you feel the pinch a pinpoint of pain, offer to take them to your look soft bottom.

Now my sex seems to become liquid, beating each caress my breasts, with each press … I slide my fingers tracing a path on my stomach. Are your hands that opened my legs even more, I flexed knee, forcing the opening to the fullest. I never looked at her like a flash of moisture bathes my sex.

Are your hands I imagine opening the lips of my sex, showing the pink inside, climb to the apex you show me barely visible clitoris. I close my eyes. With that image in my retina, panting up my chest, and jump almost explosive air, slid my hand up to my pussy, I can not stand more …

Introduce a finger in my vagina, explore gently feel like contracts. Moisten your finger in my fluid and gently stroked my clitoris, slowly letting the sensations are happening, that flooded me, a thousand images recreated cross my mind. Only one, your eyes fixed on my hands while I masturbate makes my breathing accelerate.

My fingers slick with my own juices, glide quickly over my clitoris. I wish … I wish … just do not want to imagine your eyes, I feel your hands up my gown, holding my hips, notice your cock against my ass looking the way. Fuck! I want to feel inside filling me, distending the flesh of my vagina, moving between the pressure of my inner muscles, reaching my uterus, I’m about to explode.

Suddenly I can not hold back any longer, I lean on the chair looking edge pressure, I move with wild abandon, fueling the flames that have awakened in my body. This consumes heat up the air in my lungs, making gasped between sobs. My fingers fly, they left to their increasingly insistent and fast pace. The blaze broke out at last pleasure waves crash onto my body one after the other. Leaving me weak and trembling curled up in the chair.

I open my eyes and I am surprised in the mirror. Who is that woman with thighs still open, hand on her sex, matted hair on your face? I do not recognize, I do vergü embarrassment at me and I still watch to record all the details in my memory. That’s all you asked me to tell you the image that appeared in the mirror after masturbating. I begin to think that this game can be dangerous.