It may be that I will be too direct and specific when I say that one day on a sunny spring, I just decided to try my untrained actress skills in the adult entertainment industry, but there is nothing here to adorn.
***
At times, it seemed that I had come to the center of attention of a group of sex and erotic haters. The Saints, who does so only missionary position and gently through piešķiebtām kaķactiņām world says that eroticism and naked nipples are in dire FUJ , and I most certainly will burn the witch fires of hell, and never will not be able to look into the eyes of its own full-term baby.
***
There were days when I seemed powerful. A powerful woman who can afford to do whatever her heart desires with her life and spit on other people’s primitive prejudices. There were days when the members of the holy group had convinced me that I was just one of many who could be put in a frame of fornication with the words “another wanna be porn star without education and shame.” And on top of all that, there were days when I thought that no man would want to take me seriously anymore – but this day was different.
***
As always, I started my day with an impressive size latte mug and a look at such a terribly popular site Instagram. An unanswered message appeared between the pictures of the strikingly slender girls and the lovely puppies. And no, this time it’s not one of my terribly fooled and intrusive admirers of orgasmic art talent. This is my ex. Even without opening the letter, a thought strikes me – come on , I don’t understand, but I left him because of the career of his promising porn star, which he, the ordinary fool, could still want from me. As if with open indifference but zeal at the same time, I open the letter…
***
I’m not upstairs excited. He wants to place his latest freshness JEEP in my yard, because you see, I live one minute away from the sea. My lips tighten in grin.
No way! Knowing him, either wants to grow up or just wants to, because he has lived without a woman for a while.
After three minutes, my thoughts start to simmer. Maybe I can use this situation to my advantage? Maybe I can use this situation to increase with how good, how extremely good, I go without him? After five minutes, I am already writing a reply letter, saying that in exchange for a bottle of sparkling champagne – why not come here so much!
***
Exit to the yard, stuck in the bandage dress so close to the height of last season , through which the nipples falling through my eyes push through to open the entrance gate. He gets out and doesn’t resemble a man I once knew. Sharp stubble protruding from the face, hair carelessly stabbed in the wind and instead of the usual eco-leather moccasins – plucked summer slippers. Quite incomparable to the well-groomed and pedantic man living in my memories. I’m a little shocked, but I have to say it’s nice. This negligence seems unusually attractive. He doesn’t look surprised. I’m the usual I am – no different. I’m the same sexy witch who left her to get a lot of money in exchange for sex. The same endless sexy witch.
***
We start a conversation with completely dumb phrases. As he goes well, a new job, a new car, a new perception of life. I am, of course, answering something quite similar. Going well, the work is the same old, the make of the car has not changed and the perception of life – another perception of life – I do what I want and I am not known for guilt or regret. He serves me the bottle of champagne I requested, along with dark chocolate candies and pretty neatly wrapped roses. I hate flowers, I don’t know and I don’t want to take care of them, and he knows it very well.
***
I’m not really ready to invite him inside, so I’m showing the shortest way to my conifer arbor. He follows me. The conversation is moving slowly and reluctantly, we really have nothing to discuss, because the common past and the outcome of the relationship is, I am not afraid of that word, tragic. It takes another fifteen minutes for me to finally be tired of this hypocrisy, and I ask the true intentions of his arrival. Silence, followed by his rather heavy sigh.
He inhales again and tells me that he lacks the attention of a well-groomed woman and that he thinks I have tremendous sexual energy and that I need touches and hot breaths like air to breathe.
I have nothing to add. He is ready to give it to me, but do I need it? I am ready to admit that I am aroused by desperate and grieving men. I am powerless against this power. And why not give the man pleasure so that he can take off in the wings and fly again.
***
I called on him to get me, adding that he must have rusted a little. It noticed him noticeably, but he didn’t throw me at all, he approached me with respect. My dirty lips already took the curvature I needed to kiss,but it turned out to be superfluous. He started by puffing his hot breath on my earlobes adorned with gold earrings. I hurried to inform him that such a maneuver did not remind him at all, but he tried to silence him. Hiding in silence is the beauty of the moment. Usually I’m not so seemingly easy to silence, but this time I nodded obediently. For a moment, memories stuck in my head. No matter how tragic our relationship as a whole, we always enjoyed each other in bed for a hundred. I was a little confused. There is really no place for sensuality in the specifics of my work. The goal of pornography is to reach the last stage – orgasm – as quickly, artificially and repeatedly as possible . I had already forgotten what seemingly ordinary and everyday sex is.
***
He continued with my throat. Kissing it lightly, he twisted my long, cool blonde hair with his fingertips. Unable to endure, I began to reach for his possessions. Putting my palm on his crotch, I accepted in blush. He was against and returned my hand to its original position quite quickly. It fascinated me even more, and my breath became heavier. When the narrow straps of my dress had already slipped off my shoulders, he covered my round breasts so that my fingers did not touch my thirsty ends. Needless to say, I was ready to leave him now and now.
***
Even without unbuttoning his bleached denim pants, he quickly pulled the bottom of my dress up and, with his sweaty hands, began stroking my thighs. I tried again to grab his belongings, but he repeatedly rejected my attempts. He made me get up and slip on my panties. They had become wet and had already managed to stick to my slim body. I took them off and threw them on his shoulder. He pretended not to be noticed at all and came to me and said, “Dear, turn around.” I immediately complied with this request. He pushed me forward with his massive stature so that my hands hit the wooden wall of the gazebo. Kissing my back lightly and unforcedly, he reached my erogenous zone– Dibenam. I will not hide that I am proud of this flirtatious part of the body. Performing squat and other buttock muscle exercises has definitely benefited her.
***
I could describe my ex in two words – a selfish darling. I felt the tip of his tongue touching my butt opening. He kissed it. He began to kiss it more and more aggressively.
Wrapping my hips with his hands, he sweetly twisted the tip of his tongue along the walls of my butt opening.
My breasts craved even more for his attention, but he ignored it. I tried not to make any sounds, but the influx of feelings reluctantly caused me to pass several intense screams of pleasure over my lips. He was very calm and stubbornly continued. Suddenly he quickly and sharply grabbed my buttocks and took the last tongue strokes. I literally burst out of arousal alone. He stopped a turned me towards himself and hugged himself tightly. I felt his member ready to act. It was ready to conquer me here and now, but it was not part of his plans.
***
A refreshing gust of spring breeze swept over my body, making it melt again. No, we didn’t have sex in the traditional sense of the word. He just satisfied me. This is exactly the kind of attention the woman needed to get back on her wings and fly again.
***
As I said, this day was different. We saw and quietly hoped to meet again – without all the daily burdens of the relationship, without unnecessary words and unnecessary expectations. He said goodbye kissing my palm and thanked me for the opportunity to enjoy myself. It restored his manhood, and he was again able to become an old, good, and thoroughly pedantic workaholic.
PS – entry in the diary made in absolute radiation, on Saturday, May 2019, at 6.30 pm.