Prologue...
I was born in a hot summer month in a quiet town, as the only daughter of a middle-class family. I was much loved, a little spoilt, but with strict rules to follow such as the return time. When, as an almost adult, I mentioned that I would have liked to move in with friends, the reaction was so negative that I didn't dare address the issue again.
At the age of 20, on the wings of my first love, I decided to get married and start a family life, becoming a mother. Although I sometimes miss my youth, I would not change anything, knowing that everything happens at the right time.
Reaching the threshold of 40, however, my marriage had become unbearable for me. After reflecting on my life, I decided to separate, overwhelmed as you can imagine by everyone's criticism.
It was in this context that the first breakthrough occurred, an approach via social media from a happily married friend who introduced me, not without a certain shock, to the world of open couples. In the sense that it was the wife herself who freed me from the qualms I had, telling me that they both had their own extra-marital affairs and told each other about them, so if I wanted to and as long as I didn't think about being *the other woman* I could easily have fun with her husband.
Even though we didn't date for long, he certainly deserves two things: giving me a makeover and awakening the sleeping slut inside me.
And here we are in the period that I call ‘the discovery period’... various acquaintances of men I met on social networks, some for just one night, some for several months, some who believed that my gentle and sweet manner was synonymous with little personality and who hurt me, but then came back because, without false modesty, there are few like me and they found a good wall...
Prominent among these acquaintances is Ramon, who deserves special mention for having a great merit that I will tell you about shortly.
Ramon actually lived closer to me than I could have imagined but our paths crossed only through that famous social network mentioned above... If you believe in karma I will tell you that we both felt the feeling of deja-vu, of having already met who knows where and who knows when, which immediately created a nice mental bond more than physical, the times we actually fucked can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
It was after one of these rare occasions that Ramon told me that our acquaintance was over, but that he didn't like the idea of losing me completely and proposed a game that might seem quite perverse to you... given Ramon's voyeur nature, he proposed finding a person who was willing to do dirty things with me but on live video and in connection with him.
My reaction was to reply *you're all mad*, get out of the car, and leave quite angry.
After a few days, Ramon came back and even went further, saying that he had found the right person for me.
This time too I reiterated the concept I had already expressed about Ramon's mental shortcomings, but I have to say that having already framed my character and his weaknesses, he began a sustained attack via whatsapp begging me to accept a contact, even if only by e-mail, with the above-mentioned person, so in the end, exhausted, I said yes.
And here we are at the real turning point of my story, the meeting with what from now on will be identified as *my asshole* and who becomes the co-star of my adventures...
At the age of 20, on the wings of my first love, I decided to get married and start a family life, becoming a mother. Although I sometimes miss my youth, I would not change anything, knowing that everything happens at the right time.
Reaching the threshold of 40, however, my marriage had become unbearable for me. After reflecting on my life, I decided to separate, overwhelmed as you can imagine by everyone's criticism.
It was in this context that the first breakthrough occurred, an approach via social media from a happily married friend who introduced me, not without a certain shock, to the world of open couples. In the sense that it was the wife herself who freed me from the qualms I had, telling me that they both had their own extra-marital affairs and told each other about them, so if I wanted to and as long as I didn't think about being *the other woman* I could easily have fun with her husband.
Even though we didn't date for long, he certainly deserves two things: giving me a makeover and awakening the sleeping slut inside me.
And here we are in the period that I call ‘the discovery period’... various acquaintances of men I met on social networks, some for just one night, some for several months, some who believed that my gentle and sweet manner was synonymous with little personality and who hurt me, but then came back because, without false modesty, there are few like me and they found a good wall...
Prominent among these acquaintances is Ramon, who deserves special mention for having a great merit that I will tell you about shortly.
Ramon actually lived closer to me than I could have imagined but our paths crossed only through that famous social network mentioned above... If you believe in karma I will tell you that we both felt the feeling of deja-vu, of having already met who knows where and who knows when, which immediately created a nice mental bond more than physical, the times we actually fucked can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
It was after one of these rare occasions that Ramon told me that our acquaintance was over, but that he didn't like the idea of losing me completely and proposed a game that might seem quite perverse to you... given Ramon's voyeur nature, he proposed finding a person who was willing to do dirty things with me but on live video and in connection with him.
My reaction was to reply *you're all mad*, get out of the car, and leave quite angry.
After a few days, Ramon came back and even went further, saying that he had found the right person for me.
This time too I reiterated the concept I had already expressed about Ramon's mental shortcomings, but I have to say that having already framed my character and his weaknesses, he began a sustained attack via whatsapp begging me to accept a contact, even if only by e-mail, with the above-mentioned person, so in the end, exhausted, I said yes.
And here we are at the real turning point of my story, the meeting with what from now on will be identified as *my asshole* and who becomes the co-star of my adventures...
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