Two´s Company, Three´s A Crowd
He had believed it was nothing. A mere one night stand with the friend of a friend after a few beers. However, when finding himself slumbering deeply within her, he realized that there was no better place than her warmthness to make his home. He suddenly made his way into her bed and her life.
Although he felt uneasy with her manipulations, he was quite aware of how she made him feel so much younger and daring. There was magic in every word whispered into his ear. Chills ran up and down his spine at every touch which made him go up the walls like a wild animal. Nights were no longer miserably cold and lonely, but lusciously lively and filled with submissive moanings and whimperings that made him breathe heavily. His manhood devoured every inch of her and never once failed in delivering sheer pleasure just as she had always made it her sole duty to never allow his manhood to lose its sturdy hard pulse once buried between her legs.
In the bed of lovers, secrets from the past should never be revealed for they shall surely arouse fury from either partner or both.
One cold, stormy night, he told the story of his greatest love but gave no attention to how it had affected the woman who was now sharing his bed.
He not only lost his way, but his mind as well because this woman no longer desired him, let alone his love. While pouring out his broken heart, she could clearly see his beard soaking up the tears rolling down. Her face was solemn as she hid her ruthlessness so well way deep down inside that he never once noticed.
Later on that night, their bodies sexually united and climaxed together twice. Even though they had both come, he felt there was something missing. Something lacked in the way her body moved that night, not to mention the absence of her roaring when his pearly, milky cum gushed into her. He wondered for a while as he wearily finished smoking his cigarette.
"Why didn´t you roar out loud like the nights before, my darling? And what was it that stopped your body from trembling when I thrust all my might deep into your womanhood?"
She quietly rose from the bed and started to dress herself. Once again, he inquired the lack of her wild and passionate love making.
She hesitated a few seconds and harshly replied, "How could I ever keep hold of my most inner explosive feelings when I blindly believed we were making love?"
"But, and tonight? Couldn´t you feel that very same love?"
"No. I just felt we had a good fuck".
He had believed it was nothing. A mere one night stand with the friend of a friend after a few beers. However, when finding himself slumbering deeply within her, he realized that there was no better place than her warmthness to make his home. He suddenly made his way into her bed and her life.
Although he felt uneasy with her manipulations, he was quite aware of how she made him feel so much younger and daring. There was magic in every word whispered into his ear. Chills ran up and down his spine at every touch which made him go up the walls like a wild animal. Nights were no longer miserably cold and lonely, but lusciously lively and filled with submissive moanings and whimperings that made him breathe heavily. His manhood devoured every inch of her and never once failed in delivering sheer pleasure just as she had always made it her sole duty to never allow his manhood to lose its sturdy hard pulse once buried between her legs.
In the bed of lovers, secrets from the past should never be revealed for they shall surely arouse fury from either partner or both.
One cold, stormy night, he told the story of his greatest love but gave no attention to how it had affected the woman who was now sharing his bed.
He not only lost his way, but his mind as well because this woman no longer desired him, let alone his love. While pouring out his broken heart, she could clearly see his beard soaking up the tears rolling down. Her face was solemn as she hid her ruthlessness so well way deep down inside that he never once noticed.
Later on that night, their bodies sexually united and climaxed together twice. Even though they had both come, he felt there was something missing. Something lacked in the way her body moved that night, not to mention the absence of her roaring when his pearly, milky cum gushed into her. He wondered for a while as he wearily finished smoking his cigarette.
"Why didn´t you roar out loud like the nights before, my darling? And what was it that stopped your body from trembling when I thrust all my might deep into your womanhood?"
She quietly rose from the bed and started to dress herself. Once again, he inquired the lack of her wild and passionate love making.
She hesitated a few seconds and harshly replied, "How could I ever keep hold of my most inner explosive feelings when I blindly believed we were making love?"
"But, and tonight? Couldn´t you feel that very same love?"
"No. I just felt we had a good fuck".