… ice cream no. 2. I was already hard and ready after half an hour of licking her sweet face. Her eyes were fixed on me, she licked the saliva off my face and you could see she was looking forward to what was to come. She was excited and wanted to repay me for the pleasure she had experienced.

“Okay, now your wish,” she said quietly. “What can I do for you?”

I leaned over and whispered it in her ear. I felt her start to tremble slightly with excitement and anticipation. I stretched out in the back seat of the car and let her fulfill my wish. Her lips, still wet from my saliva, touched my head. She tasted it, started to suck it, to taste its taste. Then she slowly took it into her mouth and started to suck. At first slowly, gently, tasting it, then increasing the intensity. She licked, biting gently. She grabbed my testicles with her left hand and squeezed them beautifully.

While she was still sucking my cock, she wiped my saliva off her face with her right index finger, making it beautifully wet. She put her hand under my ass and started playing with my anus. I could feel my penis starting to twitch from the sucking. I hadn’t done it in four days and I was looking forward to this situation.

“I will, you little slut,” I breathed out. We had agreed on this address before we met. Apparently no one had ever called her that. She wanted it, she wanted to try it, and I liked the idea too.

… ice cream 2

She increased the intensity – in sucking my cream cock, squeezing my balls, and massaging my anus. I screamed and my cock pumped a full dose of thick cum into her mouth. She swallowed some, some of it spilled onto my balls and onto her hand under my ass. She dipped her finger in my cum and gently inserted it into my cream ass.

“That’s exactly what I told you,” I whispered to her. “I want you to suck my cock for half an hour. I don’t care how many times I come. You’re going to suck it all the time. And with your other hand, you’re going to put my ass in your other hand and massage my prostate. I don’t care if you’ve ever done this before. You’re going to try it now. Do you understand, you slut?”

My slightly sagging cock responded immediately to her relentless sucking. The longer she did it, the better it got. She could see that she was starting to enjoy it, and at the same time, she was getting better with each plunge of my cock into her hot mouth. She pulled her finger out of my hole, licked it, and pushed it back into my ass. She slowly and gently searched for my prostate.

“You slut is brave,” I said out loud, “keep going, keep going.”

She started to squeeze my balls harder, and I liked it. She hit my prostate and started to massage it gently. I bent over, twisting my ass and my whole pelvis, while thrusting all the way up to her neck.

I grabbed her head and set the pace. Real thrusts, deep to the root. My whole cock in her mouth. And after one of those real thrusts, I shot straight at her tonsils. Tears welled up in her eyes.

I could see that she was incredibly excited. She wiped her lips, looking at me, still with her finger in my ass.

“What’s the matter? Let’s continue, we’re not done,” I told her.

“You’re not done,” she smiled.

“It’s okay,” I replied. “It’s for half an hour. The time hasn’t passed yet. Come on, I want to come in your mouth for the third time.”

“You’re incredible, you know that?” she said and took it into her mouth again. Slowly and gently, she began to suck it, bite it, explore it. The tip of her tongue touched the center of my glans and tickled it beautifully.

Her hands, wet with semen and saliva, teased me. She added a second finger to my cream ass and began to massage me like a man massaging a woman’s G-spot. In a few minutes, I was hard again. She took it deep, all the way to the root.

She intensified the work of her mouth and hands. This time I let her set the pace. And it was a beautiful sight – my cock disappearing into her throat, her whole face sprayed with saliva, her hands on my body, her fingers in my ass.

She massaged my prostate like a seasoned slut. And I came for the third time – this time with a combination of blowjob and fingers in my ass. Even though it was the third time, there was still plenty of cum. Her mouth was full again. She swallowed it all nicely.

Then she pulled her fingers out of me, licked them, took out her phone and took a picture of her face and mine.

“I have this as proof,” she smiled. “If you ever want to get out of not granting me two more wishes, I’ll put it on the internet and everyone will know what a pig you are.”

She smiled as she did so, and I knew that those two more wishes (mine and hers) would definitely be worth it.

We met here, on Amater, … ice cream woman.

“I really like your stories,” she wrote to me. “I want you to write about what we’ll experience together. And so that you have something to write about, I’m proposing a game for you, are you up for it?”

According to the nickname, a woman, Nitra region. 45 years old, single. No gallery, no posts. But there was something about her messages that caught my attention.

“Okay,” I wrote back. “What kind of experience do you want us to have?”

“Let’s play a game. Three nuts for Cinderella. You grant me three wishes and I’ll grant you three of yours. It could be anything. Sex, erotica, intimacy… anything.”

Then a tornado of fantasies spun in my head. All the possible and impossible wishes I’d ever had.

“Yes,” I replied.

We met at eight in the evening, in the parking lot. It was already dark everywhere and cold. She got into my car and we sat in the back.

… ice cream

She was different than I expected. Decent, decent. Suit, glasses, light makeup, just a decent lipstick on her lips. She looked like she had just left the office. She could have worked in the personnel department. Nothing provocative, nothing cheap. And that was what turned me on completely.

“Are you going first? Or should I go first?” she asked with a smile.

“You came up with it, go first. Ladies have priority. And I’m fucking curious.”

She blushed. “Okay… come here. I’ll whisper it to you. I’m afraid to say it out loud.”

I leaned over and for two minutes she whispered what she wanted to tell me. I thought I knew what might come, but I wasn’t prepared for this.

She took off her glasses, closed her eyes, and waited.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her cheek. Then another. Slow, hot, wet strokes with my tongue. I took her nose all the way into my mouth, licking, sucking, letting the saliva run down to her lips. I licked her like ice cream until she was covered in my saliva. Eyes, nose, cheeks, neck, ear. I sucked her ear all the way, biting it with my teeth and pushing my tongue in as if it were her pussy.

“Oh… God…” she sighed.

She was teasing her breasts with one hand through her unbuttoned blouse, massaging her pussy through her pants with the other. She was breathing heavily, sticking out her tongue and letting me rub my saliva on hers.

I started at the very bottom, at the tip of her chin. I slowly moved my tongue up, inch by inch, leaving a wet, hot trail behind me. I ran my tongue over her lips, over her nose to her forehead and up to her hair. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, and she let me lick her whole delicious face.

I pushed the tip of her tongue into her nostril. First one, then the other. Perverse, strange, but incredibly erotic. And she was moaning more and more under me.

“Go on… go on… I’ll be right back,” she whispered, her cream eyes closed.

I rolled all over her. She grabbed my hand, shoved it into her pants, and pressed it against her hot, soaking pussy.

She was squirming so hard it sounded like she had had three orgasms. Without hesitation, I pushed three fingers into her at once. I had never seen a woman so open.

I licked her eyes gently, one at a time, the other, and she trembled with excitement. I threw myself on her neck right after. First I kissed it, then I bit and sucked the skin until it was clear that tomorrow she would have nipples all over her. She just smiled and whispered, “I don’t care, this is exactly what I want.”

I continued without stopping—from her ears all the way down to her collarbones. Once I ran the tip of her tongue over a pulsing vein, another time I pressed it deep enough to hurt. Her skin glistened with my saliva, her breathing quickened, and I felt that the more I took her body into my mouth, the more she gave herself up to me.

“Jesus!” she screamed as I began to pound my fingers up and down her pussy. I fingered her exactly as she needed.

In ten seconds, her pussy clenched around my fingers, shaking and squirting. The liquid soaked my hand, ran through my panties, through my pants, and soaked into the upholstery of the car. The back seat was all wet.

The car began to smell clean, salty, like sex. Her eyes opened, shining like stars. My hand was almost all inside her.

She looked at me, panting, sweaty, with tears in her eyes:

“Now it’s my turn. What do you want me to do for you?”

I smiled. Now it’s my turn and she’s sure to like this.

You had what you needed at honesty home – a safe, caring, loving partner who protected you and would do anything for you. But you didn’t have what you also needed – a guy who was only interested in you when he needed to pee. You followed his orders and gave him absolutely everything he wanted, including many things you would never allow yourself at home. Honesty …

You have two children. They are not small anymore and you are partly at peace because they do not need so much care anymore. But you are afraid that your future owner will decide to leave you alone. You know that you do not decide this and if you were able to protest, you know that you do not want such an owner. What you need is for the animal energy from the other side to fully prevail with any objection you make and for you to get hit so hard in the mouth that you will not allow yourself to object again. Honesty …

… honesty

At honesty home, it’s always with love, tenderly, and by agreement. Your husband sometimes tells you that you’re beautiful when he strokes your breasts. They used to be firm, now they always spill out of your bra… he attributes it to age, but it was because you stayed at the company until the end after the Christmas party. And a group of foreign workers with you. After the final, you somehow went to the dormitory with them. You were the only woman there, so all the attention was on you and you were attracted to the unknown. You could smell sweat and alcohol in the room, it made you tense. You turned to the door, but one of the guys grabbed your hand, frowned, talked louder and louder, but you don’t know the content. He pressed you against him and kissed you. You stood there as if scalded. You knew you shouldn’t, but at the same time it drove you on.

In a honesty moment you were naked, the others were first looking at you, then gradually they started joining in. They were testing what you could stand, but you knew you couldn’t resist. You understood that they were asking you if your breasts were fake. You shook your head, saying no. They didn’t take long to get disbelieving looks – they were supposedly too expensive…so they started pulling you by them, supposedly so that no one would mistake them for fake anymore. You were sitting on top of an older guy who was in your pussy. Another one was entering your anus from behind and pulling your hands back. However, you were leaning forward so that you could manage to suck the cock that the third one was shoving down your throat. It was he who was pulling your tits. Sometimes by the whole thing, sometimes by the nipples. The pain was significant, but you really enjoyed the whole experience. It was exactly what you felt you needed the whole time. The rest is a blur, but you woke up at home this morning.

Your husband asked you how the party was. You said it was great and described fictional scenes you had with your friends. He laughed at your honesty, told you he loved you, and 9 months later you gave birth to your first child. Honesty …

I really wanted to see my wife with another man. I did everything possible, even the impossible, to push her into it. Days went by and I still, every time we made love, I would put on porn on the TV as a “lubrication”, and I would deliberately rewind it to one where there were two men and one woman. I knew that she was also watching it with one eye in between what she was doing with me. And when I asked her once, during our sex, if she had considered trying something like that, she just shook her head no and I didn’t elaborate any further, I left it at that. But I knew it was still in her head…

When I asked my sweetheart a few weeks later if she knew what I really wanted, she sarcastically told me, “a threesome with another man.” I smiled at her and stroked her face for it, smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

The days flowed by like water, everything was as usual, in our old ways, we made love 2-3 times a week, depending on our ability and taste, since we have children and not everything is always possible as we would like. But whenever we didn’t have children at home, we enjoyed each other’s presence. I liked it when my wife dressed in some sexy costume, and in self-supporting panties with pumps on her feet, her body looked amazing, as if she were a whore from porn, which always turned me on and excited me. And still at the best, when she was already all horny and before orgasm, I started telling her about how I imagine right now that there is another guy with us, who is either sucking or pounding her in front of me at this moment, in short, how we are working her at the same time. With her eyes rolled, all she could say was, “Okay, hey,” and it turned me on even more until we both came.

As we sat together in the living room, she looked at me in that way I had known for years. Not the look of a woman who was ashamed. Not the look of a woman who was afraid. But the look of a woman who had already made up her mind.

… my wife …

“You know… if this is something we’re going to do together,” she said calmly, “I want me to choose.” She didn’t say it as a request. She said it as a partner who wants to be in control of what concerns her. And I just nodded. Not because I had to. But because I felt that if this was going to be something that wouldn’t break us up, it had to be her choice.

A few days later, as we sat over coffee, she looked at me with a subtle tension in her eyes. “I’ve already made up my mind,” she said. “Who?” I asked calmly, without pressure, without expectation. “My colleague,” she said flatly. “The one I get along with… and trust.” I just sat there for a while. Not because it shocked me. But because I realized that this was all moving from fantasy to reality. I immediately felt a lump in my pants. “If it’s your choice,” I said, “I agree.” I smiled, and kissed her. And for the first time since this whole topic began, she smiled sincerely too. Not provocatively. Not nervously. But in the way that a person feels that they have a partner who doesn’t judge them. I told her that I wanted her to be the best slut in the world that day, like in the porn we often watched, so that she could just enjoy it all too, this excitement of mine, and not take it as an obligation, but as a challenge.

A days later, he came to our place. The atmosphere was strange — not tense, not uncomfortable, but charged with anticipation that hung in the air. We sat together, talking, laughing. We drank. And I watched her gradually change from the wife I knew to the woman who allowed herself to be bold. When she looked at him, it was clear that there was something unspoken between them. Something that had been there for a long time, but never had space. Chemistry. He liked her, but he had never had a chance to be with her until now. The tension was palpable. When my wife left us, I asked him how she had actually told him what she wanted from him?!?

He thought for a moment and said: “She came up to me and told me straight up, I know you’ve been looking at me differently for a long time, not just as a colleague, I feel all your looks on my body, I feel you undressing me with your eyes, and I think you have your own fantasies with me, in which you indulge yourself. I’m offering you something completely different now, I’m offering you the opportunity to fulfill them, I’ll help you achieve them if you want. My husband and I want to try a threesome with another man and you came to me as a suitable choice, so if you agree, I’ll be happy to do so, And I was incredibly excited about that alone. As I noticed, he was just as excited as I was. Today will be unforgettable for all three of us, I said, to which he nodded his head.

And then it happened. My wife came up behind us, but she was already dressed like she was in porn. Bras, a sexy costume, high heels, and a mask over her eyes. She touched both of us. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. But naturally. She leaned over him. She touched his hand. She looked at me, as if to make sure I was still with her. And when I nodded, she took the first step. A kiss. Not a violent one. Not a shy one. But one that said, “This is my choice. And I make it knowing that you are standing by me.” And I sat there. Not as a spectator. Not as someone who is pushed aside. But as part of something we had built together — trust, openness, courage. And that was the moment that changed everything.

They started kissing in front of me. She straddled him and put her arms around his neck. He grabbed her waist and they just kissed. I knew that in this reality there was no going back. What I wanted was happening exactly as I wanted. I see my wife with another man right in front of me, and I started to feel different kinds of feelings than before, when I was just imagining all this. When he grabbed my wife’s ass, I couldn’t stand it, and I was already taking off my clothes, absolutely everything, I stood behind her and started jerking him off myself. She took off his shirt while kissing him, unbuttoned his pants and when she got up from him, he just skillfully took them off himself, along with his boxers, so that he was naked too.

Then I noticed that he was also quite gifted, just like me, that we were almost the same, which I liked, and before I had time to process it all in that short time, his cock was already sliding into my wife’s pussy. He was sitting comfortably in the chair and my wife was already completely on top of him so that I could only see his balls. I didn’t mind, I grabbed my wife’s hair, turned her head to the side and she understood what I was getting at and like a whore in porn she took it straight into my mouth and started sucking. During that, her colleague pulled down the pieces of clothing that covered her tits and got on top of them and started squeezing her breasts, licking her nipples and I lowered my hand down to her ass and started playing with her asshole.

When I finished, I lifted her off him and turned her so she could suck him comfortably and I started fucking her from behind. Seeing him grab her hair and enjoy the blowjob from her was very exciting. Suddenly my wife was the kind of slut I had seen in porn and imagined I would experience one day.

After a while we switched and when she was on all fours, I held her hair and my colleague fucked her from behind in front of me. It was very sexy and it excited me. I lay down on the couch and motioned for her to sit on me, which she did and I thought that my colleague would stand to the side of me and let her continue to make him happy with a blowjob, but he didn’t. Instead, I couldn’t believe my eyes, he stood behind her and shoved his dick into her ass! She had never had sex like this with me at home before, she refused it, didn’t even want to hear about it and now, she was acting like she did it regularly, every day.

A slut like something out of a porn movie. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, really, and it was too much for me, I couldn’t stand it and I fucked her. During my ejaculation, my wife also got aroused, she fell on me because my colleague kept pounding her, her ass, and she just held on to him and moaned with each thrust. It didn’t take long for my colleague to cum in her ass, he waited a moment and pulled it out of her and I felt his warm semen, which was flowing out of her ass, dripping onto my thighs.

All three of us washed up and sat in the living room. We each took exactly what we wanted from this, finished our drinks and said goodbye to our colleague. It was just the two of us left, with my wife, whom I immediately grabbed, threw into a chair and dragged like an animal, just like I had done with her colleague before me. And when I turned her onto all fours, I didn’t hesitate and straight away pushed it into her ass myself, tightly gripping her hips and fucking her ass all the way, which was my first time.

Escort stories. I used to think I had found the woman of my life.

I imagined sitting on the porch together, drinking coffee, arguing about stupid things, and laughing about how our lives had flown by.

And today?

Today I’m fresh out of a divorce.

I mean… “fresh out of a divorce.” It still makes my stomach churn like it’s been a three-day festival of cheap wine.

My ex-wife is a lawyer. And if I could tell the world one thing, it would be: Never, ever, ever get involved with a lawyer. Not even over coffee, let alone in marriage.

After years of living together, I naively thought that divorce would be civilized. We’d split it, each get half, shake hands, and move on.

No, no. She got everything—the houses, the investments, even the coffee maker I was buying.

And me? I received a valuable life lesson and a house with two apartments, which I fortunately secured before the wedding. If I hadn’t, I would be writing this story today from a park bench.

We have a daughter together – a teenager. And I think she got the most out of our divorce. She quickly learned that the more she plays with feelings, the more she gets. Currently, she lives by a simple rule: “Where there is more permission and less prohibition, there is home.”

… escort for

And so here I am – single, shaved of everything, with a slightly shaken ego.

After the divorce, I made a firm resolution: never have another relationship.

No partners, no compromises, no arguments about who forgot to change the toilet paper. No, thank you. I’ve had enough.

I decided that I would never look for anyone again – and that if anyone ever sees me on a date again, remind me: “lawyer”.

From now on, I had only one goal: to make as much money as possible – and then spend it all happily.

Work became my new relationship. She never got offended, never cheated on me, and at the end of the month she even sent me money.

After work, I went to the gym so I could tell myself that I was living a healthy life. And in the evening… in the evening, I paid for my company.

Every escort girl within a fifty-kilometer radius showed up at my place at least twice. The pleasure clubs already had me registered as a VIP. Escort for …

Of course, only when my daughter wasn’t with me. Then I turned into a “responsible father” who cooks pasta, asks how school was, and pretends to have my life completely under control.

It was a Saturday and my daughter was at her ex’s place. Having a daughter-free Saturday had its perks. I didn’t have to deal with TikTok, school, or questions like, “Dad, where are my headphones?” So I started to do some landscaping around the house.

When I was done with the lawn, I took on the hedge around the other apartment. I was renting it out to a divorced mom with two young children. She had lived there with her husband at first, and they got divorced, but he was lucky — he didn’t get divorced from a lawyer. Yes escort …

That day, she was sitting on the patio with her friend. She also had two young children chasing each other around the grass. They were both sitting with glasses of wine in their hands and talking quietly. Well… quietly, according to them. They had so much energy that they could power a power plant. Escort …

I greeted them:

“Hello, girls. Do you mind if I trim the fence here a bit?”

“No, uncle, don’t worry, we don’t mind.”

Excellent. A man doesn’t shave once and he’s already an uncle.

So I got to work – first with hand scissors, then with motorized ones. After a while, however, the tenant came and said:

“You know what, the noise is disturbing us. You’d better come and sit down with us and have some wine.”

I hadn’t originally planned on wine. But when two nice women invite you for a glass, it would be rude to refuse. And I did all sorts of things… but I wasn’t rude.

I sat down with them on the terrace, they poured me a glass of wine and we talked about the apartment for a while.

“Is everything okay? Is the boiler not leaking, is it not working?” I asked, just to get started.

“No, everything is great,” the tenant smiled. “It’s just that the neighbor’s cat comes to our terrace sometimes and pretends to live here.”

We laughed, talked for a while about the apartment, the weather, and all the ordinary things people discuss over a glass of wine. Then the conversation turned to my friend. For escort …

She looked sad, as if she was trying to pretend that it didn’t concern her, but everything was written in her eyes.

The tenant said quietly,
“You know, her husband cheated on her. At a party. And someone even filmed it on his cell phone.”

My friend sighed.
“And he sent it to everyone. Even me. Great, right?”

“That’s… a pretty good fling,” I said carefully.

That wasn’t infidelity anymore.

That was a public execution.

“He says he was drunk and it didn’t mean anything,” she continued, “he’s asking me to forgive him. But… I don’t know. I can’t. It hurt me terribly.”

I wanted to help her somehow, so I started to offer some wisdom over my second glass of wine.

“Look,” I tell her, “a colleague of mine at work went through something similar. Her husband found a hooker, she found out about it, and he begged her to forgive him.”

Escort … Both women looked at me, wondering what would come of this.

“So you know what she did?” I continued. “She packed up, went to a spa for a week, “where she let a guy drag her around for a week.”

She came home, smiled, and said, “I forgive you.”

He could only guess what had happened that week. He never dared to ask.

And she never told him about escort.

She knew that the truth hurts. But uncertainty hurts much longer.

Today, all you have to say is:

“I think I’ll go to a spa for a few days.”

And he immediately falls silent.

Gradually, she became his obedient pet.

The girls started laughing until their glasses were dripping with wine. Escort …

“So you’re saying that revenge is the way?” asked her friend, raising her eyebrows.

“No,” I smiled.

“I’m saying that sometimes you just need to settle the score so that you can sleep better.”

The girls they laughed.

After a while, however, her friend stopped laughing.

She looked at me and asked quietly:
“Do you think it really works?”
“What?”
I picked up a glass of wine.
“That when you even the score… it stops hurting?”

Escort … She leaned over and involuntarily touched my hand.

She only touched me for a second.
The unpleasant thing was that I noticed it.

I smiled.
“Yes, I did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have said it.”

There was a moment of silence.

She looked at me so intently that I felt like she was examining me.

Then the landlady spoke up.

“Well… I’m starting to be completely useless here.”

She laughed.

“Go on. I’ll watch the kids for now.”

I spit out my wine with laughter.

“No, no, girls. I really didn’t mean it that way.”

They both looked at each other conspiratorially.

My friend leaned towards me again.

“And you’re not attracted to that, by any chance? The opportunity to do something forbidden… but actually completely justifiable according to your own theory? After all, that’s exactly your game, isn’t it? To even the score.”

I looked at her in complete disbelief.

“That’s not true,” I blurted out.

“No. First of all, if this happened, the whole village would point fingers at me. And secondly… I still have some moral principles.”

The tenant laughed.

“Are you really afraid of what the village will say? After all, they’ve been having fun for a long time now watching taxis come to your place and prostitutes take turns with you. And your moral principles? Once, a lady got out of a taxi so fat that the taxi driver had to help her out.” Escort …

The girls laughed even louder.

I just looked at her in disbelief. I didn’t know whether to laugh… or be offended that I had just lost the illusion of absolute discretion.

My friend leaned over to me.

“So… these are your moral principles?”
“Are they only valid until the taxi arrives?”

I swallowed my wine.

I looked at one, then the other.

“You two are real numbers. A man comes in to trim his hedge… and leaves with an offer to save his marriage.”

They both laughed.

The tenant shrugged.

“Nothing from us. You came up with the theory of even-scores.”

Me:
“That was a philosophical thought. Not a job offer.”

My friend smiled.
“And what if I took it?”

No one said anything.
The table suddenly fell suspiciously silent.

And it was just beginning to dawn on me that this woman was just as dangerous as my ex-wife. Only for a completely different reason.

“And would you accept it?” I asked.
I don’t know why. Maybe out of curiosity.
I just wanted to hear the answer.
Nothing more.

She smiled.
Escort … “Maybe.”

Then she stood up from the table.

Not theatrically.

Not seductively.

She just stood up.

She looked at me for a moment and then turned and walked slowly towards my escort apartment.

I was left sitting there with a glass of wine in my hand.

I looked at the tenant.

She just shrugged her shoulders with a smile on her face.
“I told you. I’m out of it.”
I looked at the unfinished hedge and the tools scattered on the ground.

I came to tidy up the garden… and instead I’m going to make my life more complicated.

I finished my wine and put the glass on the table.

“To hell with women too…”

I stood up. The hedge could wait.

I entered my apartment through the open patio doors.

She was standing at the kitchen counter, pouring herself a glass of water as if she were at home.
When she heard me, she turned.
For a moment, our eyes met.

She smiled, took a leisurely sip, and put the glass back on the counter.
“So you’re here.”
I shrugged.
“Yes. I’m home.”
For a moment, I had to laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation.
She smiled out of the corner of her mouth, too.
I pointed toward the stairs.
“So… shall we go upstairs to finish off your revenge?”
She looked toward the stairs.
Without a word, she turned and walked up.
I followed her.

We went upstairs to the bedroom. A bed. A full-length mirror. If there was ever a place where a person made bad decisions, this was it.
She was standing across from me.
Petite, tanned, with shoulder-length brown hair.
She wasn’t the kind of woman half the city would turn to look at.
And yet I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Not because she was perfect.
Quite the opposite.
She wasn’t the flashy beauty from the VIP clubs I’d paid for.

She was the kind of woman who looked like she made breakfast for the kids in the morning, took care of their daycare during the day, and fell asleep before she finished watching a movie at night.
She was dangerously real.
And that’s exactly why she was beautiful.

“You can still come up with an excuse,” she said quietly.

I looked at her and smiled.
“Like, the store’s closing soon and I don’t have any bread for tomorrow?”

She laughed.
“That would be an excuse too.”
“Just not good enough.”

I took a step toward her.
She smelled of wine, summer evening, and delicate perfume. I didn’t expect that such an ordinary scent would turn my head.

I took off my shirt and threw it on the ground.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her close to me.

She was a woman whose self-confidence had been shattered, and I realized that she wasn’t after revenge at all.

She just wanted to feel enough again.

Her gaze was a mixture of defiance, sadness, and determination.
I leaned in and kissed her.
At first, cautiously, as if we were just testing each other’s boundaries. But when she grabbed my neck and pulled me closer, all caution flew out the window.

I watched her eyes as I pulled her shirt over her head and threw it next to mine.

She stood there in just her bra, breathing slightly faster. I felt the clasp at the back of her back with my fingers. With one familiar movement, the hooks loosened and the fabric slid to the floor.

I exposed her firm, natural breasts. Her nipples were tight with excitement. As soon as I ran my fingers over them, she sighed quietly, grabbed my waist, and dug her fingers into the fabric of my shorts. Without a word, she began to pull them down.
The shorts fell off and my penis, soaked with blood and strained to burst, was immediately in her hand. Her touch was firm and irritating.

We wasted no time – we moved to the bed and I threw off her shorts and lace panties.

I ran my fingers over her lap. She was unexpectedly, beautifully wet. She looked at me, straddled me and without a word she grabbed my penis again, leaned forward, took it in her mouth and immediately began to tease me rhythmically.

She wasn’t as good at it as the escort girls. It lacked that cold routine – and that’s exactly what I liked about it. She really did it, without any staged drama. And she definitely did it better than my ex.

I gave her space for a moment before I gently rolled her onto her back. The contrast between her tanned skin and the pale marks from her swimsuit was incredibly sexy. Her bosom was smooth, precisely shaped, copying the delicate curves that had been hidden by her underwear a moment ago.

I spread her legs apart and paused for a moment. This is exactly how I liked women best – surrendered, silently waiting for what was to come. I placed the tip of my penis against her moist slit and let the glans slowly slide inside.

I kept my eyes on her. Her deep gaze literally burned me. I began to thrust slowly – deeply, smoothly and uncompromisingly. She remained looking straight into my eyes, but her body gave everything away: the shivers on her tanned skin, the hardened nipples and the gentle tremor accompanied by the quiet sighs that escaped her lips uncontrollably.

I gradually accelerated, to which she responded with louder and louder sighs and a rhythmic movement of her pelvis, which she used to go exactly opposite my thrusts. It didn’t take long for the turning point to come.

First just a quiet exhalation, then a jerky inhalation… and then her whole body tensed, as if an electric current had passed through her. She began to tremble – not weakly, but so that one would think that she was fighting with herself.

She clawed my back with her nails so hard that I felt like she was going to pull the skin off of it. When I leaned closer to her, she unexpectedly grabbed me. She bit my lower lip so hard that I immediately felt the warm, metallic taste of my own blood on my tongue.

“Go on.” she exhaled quietly.

I laughed quietly, almost arrogantly. Not because it was funny—but because at that moment I knew exactly what I had.

I slowly pulled back just a few inches to force her eyes to open. Her vision was blurry, her breathing still shaky, but in the chaos emerged what I wanted to see—that subtle mix of plea and defiance.

So like this?” I said quietly, with a soft smile,

“You bite me… and I’m supposed to carry on as if nothing happened?”

She didn’t say a word. She just ran her teeth over her lower lip and nodded slightly.

That was enough

I leaned back toward her—slowly, unhurriedly, with the confidence that one either has… or only reads about in books one never admits to having read.

And I continued.

As another wave of orgasm swept through her, I couldn’t help myself either. Roughly and without control, I pulled out of her at the last moment and squirted right onto her tanned body. Exhausted, I fell onto my back next to her, staring at the ceiling and listening only to our rapid breathing.

After a moment of silence, as our rapid breathing slowly evened out, I had a clear plan in my head. I wanted to move lower, finally taste her womb and take her one more time.

But she sat up quietly, looked around the room, and got out of bed.

I have to go. The kids are out.”

She picked up her clothes from the floor.

“I’m going to take a quick shower.”

I lay on the bed, disappointed. A moment later, the sound of the shower echoed through the bathroom.

When she came out, she was already dressed. She stopped by the bed, leaned over me, and kissed my forehead.

“Tonight, after I put the kids to bed… I’ll come.”

“What?” I blurted out in surprise.

She smiled.

“So what?”

“You said your colleague was dragging her feet all week.”

She looked at me with an innocent smile.

“So I decided I wasn’t going to run away from therapy after one session.”

I sat down on the bed.

A whole week?

I was starting to like the idea dangerously.

But only for a week.
Then it was time to get back to reality.

I put on my shorts and started looking for my phone.
I had one duty.
Call my escort and cancel tonight’s date.

I hate it when people wait for no reason.

Six months later.

Morning came exactly as all things in life come:

without warning and at the worst possible time.

I woke up first.

She slept peacefully next to me, as if she had been meditating all night… while I looked like someone who had survived a Spartan training camp.

I got out of bed quietly, examined the damage to my back, It looked like I had been in a fight with a bear family! I was looking forward to those comments in the gym locker room. I smiled.

I went into the kitchen to make coffee.

Not because I was a romantic—but because I needed the caffeine to process the situation.

A few minutes later, she came out of the room too.

Her hair was messy, my shirt was the other way around, but she had the look of a woman who could easily claim that this was exactly her plan from the start.

“Good morning,” she said with a smile that sounded like “I’m not even going to have an awkward conversation about feelings.”

“Okay,” I replied, handing her the second cup.

“You know… if you think I’m going to have a romantic silence or an awkward self-reflection now, I’m going to disappoint you. I’m just waiting for us to do it again.”

I just leaned against the kitchen counter, raised my eyebrows, and said,

“Well… at least you’re honest.”

“No,” she replied. “I’m divorced. Honesty is just a byproduct

We were both silent for a moment.

Then I grinned:
So what are you doing next weekend?

“My kids are with my ex,” she said. “So… I was originally planning on doing laundry, cooking, and cleaning.”

“How about a wellness weekend in Salzburg?”

“She nodded—and I heard everything in that nod:
appetite, fear, desire… and a very quiet sentence:
‘Okay… let’s see where this goes.’”

We both smiled—the kind of smile that means the exact opposite of reason.

And in that moment I knew there was a problem.

The kind of problem that no gym, no money, no bank account… or escort girls can protect you from.

The problem that comes just when you’re finally convinced that you have your life under control.

When you swear to yourself that you’ll never need anyone again.

And then an ordinary woman shows up…

…and all your perfectly thought-out plans go to hell.

And the worst part was…

That I didn’t mind at all.

I was coming home from work, from meeting, as always in uniform because I don’t like changing clothes all the time. I drove my fair few kilometers and was looking forward to parking the car and having a coffee on the terrace. As I was approaching my house, I saw a person in front of the gate…even from a distance it was clear that it was a woman. Her light-colored hair peeked out from under her cap. She was quite well-built, at least at first glance…my eye couldn’t miss much, I noticed her slender legs…but I couldn’t see much more because of the jacket that covered both her thighs and her butt and everything above…I get out of the car and am greeted by the pleasant voice of the lady in question: “Have a nice day, I’m doing research on energy consumers” she said. “Fuu” I thought…she’s going to force something super advantageous on me again 🙂 I looked at the face that was telling me this… a light strand of hair was slightly spoiling her view, but my view of her, her lips, eyes, beautiful skin is indescribable. They always know who to send…it’s hard to say no to such a hottie. She earned the strand of hair for her ear so she could see…I could see from her look that hmmm uniforms probably take her, she was a little unsettled but her eyes were definitely thinking other things than offering a favorable rate for energy. I admit that I was too. I imagined unbuttoning the jacket she was wearing so that I could at least see a little more of her figure…but I came to my senses and said: “I’m not interested in your services.”

… special meeting with her

She just smiled and replied: “I thought, but I had to try…” I pretended to understand, greeted politely and went to the car to park it. As I sat down, it occurred to me, what a bitch… I asked too: “Can I try too?” She asked with a smile what I would like…” for example, your number or just to go for a coffee” Of course, she didn’t want any of that, she’s a professional. “I already have your number, it’s on my list in case you weren’t home” she suddenly said. I smiled and backed the car into the yard. Miss Dangerous left and I made myself the longed-for coffee…

I walked around the garden and suddenly a text message for meeting … “is that invitation for coffee still valid?” Well, I almost fell over, I quickly reply that of course… in 5 minutes another knock knock. “There’s a gas station in your village, I’m waiting and if I may ask, don’t change your clothes!” I was covered in sweat and started to stress… then this cat called me. I get in the car and pump it up and sure enough… she’s sitting there, enjoying her coffee and laughing from afar. I laugh too 🙂 I order a coffee and sit down next to her. “It suits you very much” she said… mmm I raise my eyebrows and see that her coat is unbuttoned, a light black sweater hugs her nicely shaped chest and belly… I was intrigued and I stared there for a moment. “Hello, I’m here” she smiled. Her glowing eyes turned me on…I know that miracles don’t happen, but in my mind I imagined things that had nothing to do with coffee… getting a kiss from her, feeling her beautiful hands on me, her lips all over my body and enjoying it. It was as if she sensed it and was trying to get out of me what I was thinking about 🙂 but I could only…”over the energies 🙂 especially the one that radiates from you, dear…” I asked her name, “Monika pleases me 🙂 so, what about that look? “

The meeting …

I couldn’t hold back any longer so I told her she was very pretty, it suits her… I was trembling. She replied with the classic thank you and then that she liked guys in uniforms. Her eyes sparkled again and so did I. I no longer saw her caressing me in my imagination but me kissing her in that uniform and taking everything off of her… with desire for her body. It didn’t take long and she needed to jump away, I gallantly explained the way to her but she still made sure I showed her. There was no one at the gas station except the saleswoman who was busy with meeting on the phone… so I went with her, showed her the door and that’s when it happened… she grabbed me and said with her lips in my ear: “I want you, here and now!” It sounded like an order and I didn’t know how to gasp…she closed the door behind us and was already hugging me, kissing, caressing me…she started unbuttoning the buttons on my pants, damn I’m so excited…she took it out of my sweatpants and knelt down in front of me…gentlemen and ladies…this is the whole experience, she was taking it in her mouth and I was enjoying it…”enough!” I gasped…I lifted her sweater, a beautiful pink bra, a stunning belly and pink panties sticking out from under her jeans smiled at me…I unzipped the zipper and laid her on the nearby sink…I pulled her jeans down to my ankles, unzipped her bra…and enjoyed the sight of her beautiful boobs…I took one nipple after another into my mouth…I couldn’t get enough of them with my tongue. I kiss down her hips and belly to her panties…to her thighs…and back, I take them off and notice her beautifully groomed pussy…a strap, a little longer than mine…I sink my tongue and lips into her…yum, it’s a treat…after a while I go back up through her breasts, to her neck and those beautiful lips, we kiss, she strokes my penis with her hand and I gently play in her pussy…I challenge one of her shoes and take off her jeans and panties from one leg…she spreads her legs nicely and I’m ready, aiming so close that I can enter…and I did it…she sighed softly, I slowly entered her and started to thrust…come, come, she whispers…more more…we’re doing beautifully together…perfect…and her breasts are bouncing beautifully…”I’ll be right there” I say too…she: “just a moment” and it’s here…beautiful she moaned but quietly so that no one could hear us… I inserted it a few more times and the stream of semen beautified her belly… mmm that was it, we both sighed and were happy that no one surprised us 🙂 we said goodbye on good terms 🙂 she was from far away but that cannot be forgotten, since then I also like to listen to offers about energies :-))) if there are any mistakes there I apologize but that’s how it was written in amazement 🙂 … special meeting.