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Eight hours of work are over. Fortunately. Nothing like gone and home into a safe nest.
Lately I’ve had the feeling that the men on the tram always stare at me. I used to be happy.
Today it is annoying to me and sometimes even seems threatening. You should just leave me alone …
I am only right with me if the entrance door to my apartment falls into the security lock. Twice the key turned over and then I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Another hour, then the first people come to the chat. Who of the acquaintances will be there today?Quickly directed something for dinner.
In the past, with Carlo, it was always a highlight of the day. Now – only annoying commitment. What have we both laughed at and around when we had ourselves again after a long and often exhausting working day ..
Since he was gone, laughter has died in the apartment..
Just get out of the clothes that remind me of the sound and hectic world out there ..
My monitor wakes up to life and becomes my window into the world.
The monotonous sum of the hard disk becomes the background noise that will guide me through the night.
Nickname: Arian description: 26, bi, in search..
I used to be bi or I just didn’t notice it. I used to be a couple with Carlo.
That’s out and over – history. Now the feeling is growing more and more in me that women deal with the situation tender and sensitive. At the same time, I long for the touches and caresses of a man ….
My fingers fly like swallows in deep flight over the keyboard. I’ve only learned that lately – I had enough time.
And first all the smileys and abbreviations.
Today I can language – it has become me the second skin.
Django, 29 is already there., from Bavaria. Description: 19/5, always horny and open to everything..
I don’t like his intrusive and coarse way. Strange experiences that I have had for myself recently: men who hang on dimensions are superficial and remain: keepers of the appearance ..
I have never noticed a woman who defines herself in chat over her dimensions. Will be important for him – only: the lion that has power does not roar.
Many men simply cannot distinguish between their fantasies and the real needs of women ..
My breasts have been so heavy lately.
The skin spans more and more – it will no longer be long time, and the rule will flood through my body and my psyche ..
Carlo was always so proud of my breast …
Slowly the chat room fills. Always new visitors come in.
Ah, a PC window goes up. Adrian knocks on my barren hut.
Whether I feel like a chat?The man asks questions, if not, I wouldn’t be there.
Maybe he goes into me and together we start to dream and feel and feel ..
Adrian: Describe yourself ..
That almost all men have to do the same. Fantasy and feeling off the shelf ..
Like on the cattle market or the selection..
You are hot for your body, nobody is interested in what it looks inside …
Adrian continues steadily: a stander..
Adrian: Are yours nipple already hard?I don’t know what you should swell of.
Adrian: Come on, describe yours pussy. Your lips are already damp. Are you sushing out?Some men have ideas about an erotic chat. My lips are wet when the spark skills when I become sensual because I feel understood and perceived.
None of the like is the case with Adrian.
Adrian: What is you shy?Leading fatigue returns. The erotic chat is today the continuation of the frustration of everyday life.
Adrian: Come on, spread the thighs, I am a gifted pussy delicious..
I scatter his chat window and slowly let him sink into the bottomless. Should he continue to boob in the basement with his egomaniac self -expression..
If it was only so easy in everyday life..
Lisa, 25, comes into the chat.
I click on her. I need a fine end of the evening.
Hopefully it fits. I don’t feel much strength anymore.
I like to feel her, pamper, be carved by her.
Our bodies press together. I dive into the scent of her hair and skin.
Light as butterflies cut their hands my sensitive breasts. My fingers go on the hiking and open my bathrobe.
My warm fingertips playfully circle the fixed outlines of my breast. My thighs open as if by itself. Come on Lisa, take me, I’m waiting for you ..
My skin gets warm and the longing begins to burn. I want to fall into her tender arms and always only encounter my own hands.
Marianne comes into the chat: 36, bi.
I only take the whole thing through the fog of my longing and my desire. She wants to participate, participate in our round of tenderness..
From me like, I can’t get enough for pats, excitement, sensuality..
Your fingers drive over my clit. She swells, becomes big and very sensitive. Her Tongue Dance over the inside of my thighs.
I could tatter in front of the screen. Now I need a lot of hands – to write, and massage to stroke and pine. One finger of me caressed my lap and the other plunges like a hungry eagle in the fall onto the keyboard. Just don’t lose the thread – now I’m warm and soft and open..
Marianne drives to my buttocks with her finger.
I notice how I cramp inside. I don’t like that now, tell her urgently.
Marianne: Do not do so bitchy, let yourself go, you will see, you enjoy it.
How should I enjoy that I don’t want?Her fingers encounter like sharp daggers, do not know any mercy.
I flinch together, start to freeze. The floor under me trembles, jumps arise ..
Marianne: Come on, keep going, I want you in that ass fuck..
I am in free fall. Nothing and nobody holds me anymore.
Another someone who abused my trust. Marianne is not a woman, never and never. She is nothing more like a stupid and primitive man.
I don’t mind when people out of pure lust and curiosity change their role and gender. But then you should try to see the world like a woman to feel like a woman to talk like a woman ..
But neither your imagination nor your intellect is enough.
I could cry with anger and disappointment. Lisa is there and lures me to himself. Your letters and messages on the screen are like the light reflexes of a distant and unattainable lighthouse in the fog of fear.
Charly appears, the good, old Charly.
He catches me up with the well -meaning question of how I really are doing. He takes part in me.
He means me, just me, all of me. Lisa is there, drives through my hair, plays with her Finger on my ear. Very tentative at first, then the sensuality begins to flow again. I open mine Legs their desire.
Charly goes on a hike with his tender hands. Everywhere I feel his nimble and attracting fingers – everywhere. I open my mouth and like to feel his masculinity – completely in me, deep inside. I lick and suck his trunk, his glans flows into my mouth.
I am wet, my lips swell with longing.
Lisa sucks tenderly on my clit and I play on her beautiful, big breasts. Charly finally comes to me. He glides into me and feels me with his strength and his desire. The three of us cuddle together – feel and feel and dream ..
I like to absorb each of its bumps in me, everyone.
More and more violent, he is getting tighter. Our hands entangle, our bodies grow together. I bend my head to side and sink into Lisas lap. I want to drink your excitement like the nectar of life.
Infinitely horny my tongue drives her lips up and off – over and over again. I just want to feel and feel and be.
I feel how the wave of excitement climbs up from my backbone.
I have to tell them to tell them what their tenderness and desire do with me. I am torn away, torn, from the waves of passion …
My breath slowly comes to rest again. My fingers climb out of my lap, close the bathrobe and switch off the PC.
Cu until tomorrow …….
I go straight to bed. I pull the blanket over my head and after a while I get warm. The place next to me remains empty..
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