Erotic story. I will be glad to comments

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Erotic story.
I will be glad to receive comments. I dream of writing an erotic novel.
BEFORE THE WEDDING
I went to see him before the wedding. he was alone, standing in a white shirt and blue suit. With smoothed hair. My heart ached. Just recently we had a hot night, but he is not marrying me. We broke up. They tore it up. And it was choking me from the inside. I went to his mother on the pretext of bringing some salt, and by chance she needed to go to the store. I knew that Misha was in his room and that we were alone in the apartment. This was probably a sign from above.
He was carefully looking for something on the phone, but immediately looked away when he saw me in the slightly open door.
Hello, - I said, ready to faint from my stupidity.
- What are you doing here? - he was surprised.
- I came in to congratulate.
- That’s it, - he looked seriously. It was so cold. It was as if it wasn’t him, but his insensitive clone.
I had a lump stuck in my throat.
-Congratulations, - he seemed to be helping me get ready and start a conversation. I felt better: I didn’t throw him out, that’s good.
- I wish you happiness.
- Thank you.
I nodded nervously. And like a robot she turned to leave.
- Lena,” he shouted after him and I turned around and looked questioningly.
- I want to ask a question.
- Ask.
He looked so strange, even somehow abnormal.
- Tell me, have you ever masturbated while thinking about me?
There was a pause in the air. I was dumbfounded, but accepted the challenge.
- Yes! It was so! - I said, as if answering the question: have you ever tried shrimp?
Again a strange pause.
- Tell me how it was.
Open lust was visible in the eyes of the groom.
I came closer.
“You know,” I thought, “one day I came home after work. I turned on some nice music and went to the bath. And when I started running a washcloth over myself, I suddenly remembered how you and I had sex in the bathtub. And the more I spent on myself, the more excited I became.
And then I remembered how you stuck your fingers between my legs... And then I penetrated myself with my fingers, imagining that you were doing it.
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I spoke calmly, without changing my facial expression, as if I was talking about how I had breakfast. And I waited to see what would happen next. Without any doubt that these words excite him. But what will he do? Will he laugh at me and kick me out? He will take revenge in such a disgusting way. Or...

I finished and fell silent. He swallowed his saliva.
- I have a request. - he said, without looking away directly.
- Which one?
He didn’t decide right away, but said:
- I want you to do it now. Here.
- What did you do? - I understood the question, but I wanted him to say it out loud.
- I want you to masturbate in front of me.
I chuckled slightly and looked at him with a smile:
- No.
- No? Why? - He looked at me with his eyes, and it seemed he was already imagining the process. I wanted to look at his pants and see how excited he was. But this difference in gaze would become too noticeable.
-I don’t want to, I answered.
-It’s a pity.
It was strange and funny. One thing was clear without a doubt: our animal passion for each other makes its way through all insults, decency and norms.
- Although I can, - I said suddenly, - but on one condition.
His his eyes flashed predatorily.
- At what?
- You are the first.
He was surprised.
- Me?
- Aha!
- That is, if I now unfasten my belt, my fly, pull out my boyfriend and start jerking... will you lift your skirt and penetrate your vagina with your fingers?
- Well, yes, - I answered completely calmly.
He looked at me incredulously for a couple of seconds, but then he actually began to unfasten his belt.
I watched this and couldn’t believe that he was getting married soon, and here I was, watching him going to jerk off. My ex-lover kept his word. A minute later he was stroking his engorged penis.
I began to ache between my legs. At first I just looked, and his eyes devoured me. I slowly lifted my skirt and plunged my hand into my panties. Seeing this, he began to jerk off even harder and bit his lip.
Feeling my fingers on my labia, and then inside my vagina, I let out a sigh of pleasure. And with half-closed eyes looking at his penis, she slowly penetrated herself back and forth.
It was uncomfortable to stand, so I took two steps back and sat down on the sofa. He continued to watch. I spread my legs slightly and lifted my skirt even higher so that he could see the process with his own eyes. His cheeks turned red, and his penis stood up like a stake. I threw my head back and no longer looked at him, enjoying the sensations inside my vagina.
Suddenly I heard him take off. He quickly came up, knelt down on the sofa and kissed me hard on the lips. Then he took my other hand and put it on his dick. And he reached into my panties. I gave him the opportunity to penetrate me and felt how two fingers confidently entered me about halfway and began to intensively caress.
- “I want to penetrate you,” he said, barely breathing.
- A condom?
- No.
- Then don’t cum in me.
He put me on my back and slightly spread my legs. He lowered his pants and took off my panties. His head touched my hot vagina, and that was enough to send me into ecstasy. I arched and closed my eyes, uncontrollably wanting to take male flesh into me. He began to move his penis along my crotch, and I wanted to howl with impatience.
Finally, I felt the walls of my vagina expand and a strong penis enter me.
My lover blissfully closed his eyes and opened his mouth. His sweet breath sounded like music. He began to slowly move his penis, but slightly accelerated with each movement.
Suddenly the front door slammed.
- Well, I went to the store, I forgot my discount card, - shouted his mother, taking off her shoes.
I tried to break free, and couldn’t understand why Misha wasn’t moving. He looked at me dumbfounded.
- If you want, I’ll cancel the wedding!
Now your mother will come in, - I jumped off the sofa and began to refuel urgently. But Misha stood up slowly and lazily began to button up his clothes. It seemed that he was not at all scared that his mother was about to come in.
But she didn’t come in, but took the card and left.
We stood opposite each other, and Misha glared at me with a helpless, tense look.
- Did you hear me? - he asked in a cold voice.
- Yes. I heard.
I wanted to rush at him and hug him tightly. Say: Yes, yes, cancel everything to hell! But my mind weighed the consequences. And he weighed it.
- “Cancel,” I said with a slightly trembling voice.
Misha sighed with relief.
-Okay.
I also took a deep breath, not believing in what was happening.
And there was a pause in the air.
-Let’s continue,” he smiled slyly.
And we again rushed to the sofa, to fuck like we’ve never done before. Lovers, inspired, disgusting people.

[DOCENT330]

[Alina]

OOOOOOHHHHH you can’t read this at work!!!!!

[day]

DOCENT330, well written. The potential of a literary gift is felt. Worth continue in this and not only in this genre. Although, perhaps, the author feels the most competent in this topic. Experiments are welcome!