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29 Temmuz 2022, 21:57
I?m kneeling on the floor. Naked. Only my stiletto heels are still on my feet as if I?m just another whore. My wrists are tied and fastened to a leather collar around my neck, so I have to keep my arms up, and I?ve a gag ball in my mouth.And I?m forced to see everything. How you, whom I desire more than any other man, are fucking my best friend before my very eyes!I want to beg you at least to look at me! Am I not beautiful too? Haven?t I got a fine body with long legs, a slender waist, good round breasts and a slender neck? When I look in the mirror I see a classical face with high cheekbones, a straight nose and full lips; short red hair with a longer lock to the right, before my ear.And don?t I have hot longings? Doesn?t my warm body need to be caressed, kissed, grabbed and penetrated? Why do you only do that to Ingrid and not to me?But you don?t even see me: you?ve only got eyes for her! And my nipples tingle and my cunt drips. And I can?t even beg you for anything: I can?t even talk with that gag ball in my mouth!----------------------------------------------------*How did I get into this? I often saw you when I visited Ingrid, my best friend. That is to say, at a certain moment I caught myself secretly hoping you would be there. With your cheerful dark eyes, your black curls, and your sweet bad-boy smile. With your slim athletic body ? oh, I felt an increasing desire to rub my own body against yours.But of course, I wasn?t the only woman who felt attracted to you. It was no coincidence that Ingrid invited you so often. How far would your friendship have progressed sexually? For Ingrid is really a gorgeous woman. Surely you would find her beautiful. All men do!I caught myself putting on high heels when I expected to see you again. I know I have beautiful long legs, and I know I move by hips and my buttocks with a voluptuous wiggle when I?m walking, and high heels emphasize that wiggle. Ingrid always wears high stiletto heels. And it became more and more important for me that you?d have more eye for me than for her, or at least as much for me.I should have taken more initiative, of course. But well, as a young girl I had been taught kaçak iddaa (http://www.champavo.com/) that a woman should let men come to her, and not the other way around. Often they do. As a woman, one must not approach them oneself, and certainly one mustn?t let them know one wants them. Often I didn?t have to do that anyway.But I only saw you at Ingrid?s place, and I left it at that. I had given my telephone number to you, and sometimes you called me, and then we had nice little chats. (Of course, I could have called you too ? but well ? I just didn?t get around to it.)Once you asked me if I?d like to have a drink together. And what did I say, stupid Good Girl that I was? I said I?d like to, but later, when I?d be less busy! For I am soooo busybusybusy, Willem. When I think back I wonder if everything might have gone differently if I hadn?t played hard to get. And then I feel such an enormous regret, I have no words to describe it.----------------------------------------------------*I had a lunch appointment with Ingrid. We often meet each other during lunch break at a little restaurant nearby. We exchanged some gossip, and then Ingrid said with shining eyes: ?I?ve got such a story now, I just have to tell you!?And she told a detailed story about her last sexual adventure. We like to tell each other about our sexual experiences, women gossiping together.? But this story was about you. Oh, God. Of course, I should have seen it coming long ago, but I had so dreaded the mere possibility that I had simply been blind to it.By the way, it was an excellent story. A second man had been involved, a certain Jan (I had seen him a couple of times, also with Ingrid, but he hadn?t left a lasting impression on me). She told me how you and that Jan tried to get you into bed with them, but she didn?t want to, for she is not into threesomes.But then Jan had said: ?Then why don?t you pick one of us? Then one man will remain unsatisfied, but otherwise all three of us!? And she had accepted that proposal, for she had always found it exciting to have another man look on when she?d fuck her lover.She told me in many a hot detail how their game unfolded, and how Jan finally had to look kaçak bahis (http://www.champavo.com/) on with a big yearning cock how you fucked her (while you were dancing together, that was the horniest detail for me).A delightfully horny story, normally I would have enjoyed it very much. And I?d have admired Ingrid for the sheer guts to do such a thing! But now I felt as if I fell apart into little pieces, while she talked excitedly about her adventure. I just burst out:?Stop it! I can?t bear it anymore!?. Then I stood up and walked away, swallowing my tears.Ingrid sat flabbergasted for a moment, and then she came after me.?Paula! What?s the matter? Surely this isn?t the first time I tell you such a story??I couldn?t bring myself to tell her about my own longing for Willem: it simply hurt too much to admit my sexual defeat so straightforwardly. So I said I found it so evil what she had done to Jan.?What an unbelievably cruel bitch you are, Ingrid!?And I stormed out of the restaurant.----------------------------------------------------*The next days were simply hell. Really hell. In my mind?s eye, I continually saw Ingrid and you fuck-dancing. And then my nipples tingled and my cunt dripped, but I didn?t want to give in to that. After many hours of this torment, I?d just finger myself to a climax. Alone, without you. But those images kept returning to my mind.At my workplace, I could not get my thoughts focused, and I had to go to the toilet so often that my colleagues inquired about my health with some concern. I had to go to the toilet to masturbate, trying to get rid of that terrible desire at least for a short time (foryouforyouforyou), but of course, I couldn?t tell them that.One moment, safely in my own home, I gave in to it. I imagined in detail how Ingrid and you would fuck, and what a horny sight that would be. I took my biggest dildo and pleased myself with it. I imagined that Ingrid would feel just the same with your cock inside her, but of course, she?d be much better off with your cock than I was with my dildo. (And how your body would rub against hers, and how you?d penetrate her body, oh God oh God how horny!) I rubbed my right nipple with the palm illegal bahis (http://www.champavo.com/) of my hand (and imagined you?d do the same to her), and finally, I had such a flaming orgasm as I had never had before.Laying in my bed, languidly and satisfied at last, I realised I hadn?t thought about Jan for even a second. Actually I didn?t care about that guy in the least. But I realized he had experienced the same thing in reality as I had in my fantasy. But he is a man and lusted for Ingrid, and I am a woman and I long for you.I began to realise how Jan could have proposed such a thing at all. And I also realised that he had gotten something out of it too.----------------------------------------------------*In the meantime I had to make amends with Ingrid. Moreover it became clear to me I wanted something from her. I called her and proposed to have another lunch appointment. She accepted (I had the impression she was relieved to hear from me again), and the same afternoon we were seated again at a table in the same restaurant.I started with apologizing for last time?s outburst. I confessed my anger had much more to do with my infatuation with you, and not with any indignation about Jan.She looked deeply into my eyes, and said, ?Paula, I hadn?t realised at all you were in love with Willem! Awfully stupid of me, of course. Maybe I didn?t want to know because I?m in love with him myself. But if I had known, I wouldn?t have talked so triumphantly about my sexual adventure with Jan and him! I am really very sorry. I feel awful I?ve hurt you that way!?She took my hand between her hands and caressed it softly. She smiled warmly at me.I smiled back at her, a bit melancholy, and said, ?Ah, Ingrid, I?m OK now. And I?ve discovered quite a few things about myself, these last days.?Her smile became a bit mischievous.?And are you willing to share your discoveries with me???Oh yes. The first thing is: only play hard to get when the outcome isn?t very important to you. But if you really want a man, you must be candid about it. Else he?ll think he doesn?t really matter to you.??Exactly! We women must not think that love will come from their side only. But what about Jan? The last time you were very angry because I treated him so cruelly, but now you say he wasn?t the real problem at all. By the way, Jan accepts the situation between the three of us. I would like you to know that.?