Hi all..this is a continuation of my two previous posts from almost a year ago, fantasy fulfilled.. please read back a bit if anyone’s interested. This is just short, but was written with passion and love and longing.
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My affair with the married man continued. And a stranger he was no more. Even though I was literally living in the other side of the world, our correspondence continued. I know he was seeing other women, but in our own small world, only him and I existed. Loving someone you can’t have is probably the hardest thing a longing heart could ever bear. I didn’t have the right, and I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help but fall deep.
I was too afraid to let him know I was falling for him already, for I knew I would lose him. Emotions are the least of a cheating man’s burden, I knew it. So I kept my feelings to myself
Several months have passed and the opportunity to come back home knocked on my door. My company sent me to Indonesia for a project and I was in Manila for two weeks. I was like a kid just too excited see him and be with him yet again. Two days after I arrived in the city I decided to see him. We met-up that day but since it was such a short meeting, we didnt have time to get re-acquainted in bed. My love for him grew more deeply upon seeing him..more greying hair, more soft-spoken, and ever more quiet. He only commented on how much he missed me and how glad he was to see me again. We parted ways and it wasn’t until the next day that I received a text message from him saying he couldn’t let me out of his mind since we met that previous day, and that he wanted me so much and wanted to have me again if I would take him. The logical me thought it would be too stupid, but the girl in me who was so in love couldn’t say no.
All caution and logic thrown into the wind, I once again agreed to see him. All the time while driving to a hotel in Makati we matter-of-factly talked about my life in Europe , how I had been, and things about life in general. He was such a smart and witty person, nothing amazed me more than that. Upon checking in, we were both quiet all the way up the room, sensing each other, anticipating of what was to happen. I didn’t know what to expect, and neither did he.
We became entirely different individuals once inside the room. We became like caged animals, as if having each other was the only way to survival.
The minute the door was shut he grabbed me and kissed me passionately, all the while groping and fondling my breasts. I grew weak on my knees, his kisses were like wine, I became drunk too soon. He pinned my back to the wall and pulled my bikini down, inserted his finger inside my wet slit and I moaned and let out a wail. I could hear his harsh hissing breath, and I wanted to be fucked right there, right then. I pulled his trousers down and held his throbbing and pulsating manhood..an amazing sight to behold. Under ragged breath I begged him “Fuck me now, please.” He didn’t waste any more time, with me standing against the wall and his arm supporting my leg, he entered me with one hard thrust. I moaned and made incomprehesible sounds, the feeling was so overpowering, he was so huge, so powerful inside me. With few hard thrusts we both came in an instant. I heard him groan, “I’m coming, baby…I want you to come with me.” I felt the first wave of orgasm envelope me..so powerful, I didn’t come prepared. We stood there in a trance for a few minutes. I was literally too weak to speak or move, he nearly had to carry me towards the bed.
“Keep still, baby. Let me pleasure you. I missed you so much.”
He slowly undressed me completely, planting nibbling kisses here and there. I was still trembling from pleasure and there he was igniting the heat again. I could feel myself become more wet, his lips and tongue found my nipples and stayed there a good while, his hands were caressing my body so slowly and gently. It was hard to believe the this was the same agressive man who just fucked me a few minutes ago, he was so gentle and loving, so passionate. I felt his hand move down my wet mound, and caressed me there gently, inserted his finger in and out until i was wriggling with pleasure. My moans were silenced by his passionate kisses, our tongues dueling, and I was writhing in pleasure.
I returned the favor by slowly caressing his rock-hard shaft. He was so big, and at his age, so agile. When he entered me slowly, I felt his wholeness inside, filling in perfectly. He gave a few small thrusts and slowly pulled himself out, and I let out a gasp of disappointment, only for him to thrust in again hard and quick, and I was moaning in pleasure. “You feel so good, so wonderful inside.” I managed to utter. His thrusts would go from slow to fast and back again. I knew he was trying his best not to lose control, he was breathing heavily over my face, his lips planting kisses on mine, and kissed me passionately when I slowly came. He didn’t stop just yet. He pulled himself and flipped me over. He took me from behind, his hard erect penis creating a different sensation inside my throbbing hole. My moaning became loud screams, and I could feel myself coming again. I wanted to scream that I loved him right that moment, but feared it might spoil the pleasure so I just whispered to him how much I missed his kisses and his touch, how much I missed being made love to like that.
He was a very patient lover, the only man I’ve been with who puts his partner’s pleasures ahead of his own. I wanted to see his face when he came, so I straddled him and whispered to let go. I lowered myself hard and fast and gave him the ride of his life. With closed eyes he groped my breasts and quietly enjoyed the fast thrusts I was giving himself. I could feel him deep into the recesses of me, I was in ecstasy, and I want to give him more of myself, too. I was close to another orgasm when he opened his eyes and said he was coming. “Baby, I’m letting go..fuck, you are sooo good. Come with me again.” then followed by long screams of pleasure. I felt him rigoring under me but I was so overwhelmed by another wave of powerful orgasm I was in oblivion. “I’m coming..” was all I could mutter.
We saw each other again several times after that, and every time would bring me new profound happiness, albeit short-lived. I am now again back here in the far side of the world, but I left my heart back home. And with me I carried a longing that only time will either fill or heal.
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I have loved silently. I have loved with no remorse. How could love, forbidden and unreturned even feel this wonderful?
I don’t have the answers, perhaps there is none. But I was happy.