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The Long WayThe college had just started and I was faced with a new experience, new people, new city, everything was different from what I got used to. It didn’t take a lot of time to meet people, it’s the way things work, but after coming out from a serious relationship, emotionally crippled, my lust for sex was at its highest.The very first day I only knew one girl, who seemed sweet, but I didn’t want to do anything with her, I just wasn’t feeling up to it. We were wandering about the college building when she introduced me to her friend, Natalie, who is a violin player, a part time actress and a singer. My mind was blown, The very first time she laid her green eyes upon me I was done for. Her gaze made my knees weak, and my mind blank. I had to have her…I didn’t know how, but I simply had. At the time, I didn’t even “check her out”. All I was thinking about were her eyes and her incredible sexual energy she emitted.Days passed, weeks even, and all we had were a few casual chats. She even mentioned some other boy to me, which got me down pretty quickly. I was feeling like her friend, but I wanted so much more…so much more. As I was younger than her, situation wasn’t turning out good. She even pointed out that she would never be with someone younger than her. That annoyed me incredibly, I wanted to jump out of my skin with desperation. I wanted to change something I couldn’t change.The first parties soon started and I got into my habit of drinking heavily for no apparent reason. My nights became my life, and disposable girls and women my only food. But I felt empty. I even went so far that I declined other girls when I knew she was at the party. My efforts were pointless, I couldn’t bring her to like me no matter what I did.In the mean time I bonded with a blonde girl from another country. Her name is not important, nor her looks. She has yet a part to play in this series of events. My close relationship with the Blonde got me invited to her crazy house parties, where men were scarce and girls fierce. I couldn’t care less about the abundance of pussy present there. All I wanted was her, I wanted her more than my next breath. At the party which occurred on a chilly November evening, in a beat up apartment way off in the suburbs of the city I got extremely drunk. The pain was demanding it’s tribute and my soul needed quenching. Wine went down like there is no tomorrow, and my mind soon got into a state of absolute mutiny. Natalie approached me, unfortunately looking for a friendly conversation. I couldn’t take it any more, my mind was devastated, my pride hurt, I was like a dying a****l. I uttered words beyond my comprehension, calling her an emotional wreck who can’t decide what she is. “You think your eyes will stroll you through this wretched world?!”, I asked with utmost aggression. I didn’t get an answer, she stood up and left for the kitchen, leaving me in ruins. I couldn’t believe what I said. The emotions churning inside me reached a boiling point, and I had to go up to her and apologize. It was defeat, finally. I admitted to myself that nothing worked and slowly strolled towards the poorly lit, dirty kitchen. With a cigarette in my mouth I was going over the things I was going to tell canlı bahis her, but there was no need for that. She stood by the window that overlooked the suburb part of the city almost smiling. At this point I was beyond my conscious understanding of this situation. She grabbed me and kissed me. My mind went blank yet again, my senses reached a level that I never felt before and we continued kissing passionately. I grabbed her waist and struck her against the wall, kissing her neck. Her perfume made my body tingle, it was Black XS by Pacco Rabanne. It was my sort of d**g, next to alcohol and cigarettes…in seconds I was hooked. I never felt that perfume on her before, it engulfed me in a veil of inexplicable emotions. We spent the remainder of the night drinking in the kitchen and only kissing. I didn’t even touch her. Just before down, the party was over, so we went our ways. I couldn’t find the willpower in me to fall asleep.Morning came and so did the classes. I picked up my ragged backpack, barely found the strength to clean myself up after spending hours on my terrace smoking Luckies. If my thoughts had a way to become audible the entire building where I lived would have came down. Step by step I walked a kilometer or so to my college, entered the classroom, and sat right next to her. Her eyes spoke to me, and I finally had the courage to ask her out under the excuse of discussing what happened the night before. She gladly accepted.My day was done for. Nothing else that happened had any influence on me…all I did was wait for 9 PM to meet her. I prepared with great meticulousness, I guess that is what we all do when we want to win someone over…somehow. Nothing was left to chance, and thirty minutes before we met I slowly started making my way towards the randezvous, contemplating and smoking Luckies. When I met her finally, I was surprised, because she turned out casually…maybe we weren’t on the same page regarding our future encounters. Slowly, we walked towards a pub where we talked gibberish, not even mentioning last night, and had several dark beers. I love dark beer, I believe that having a preference in every stage of life helps establish your personality. When the time came for our goodbyes, I asked, with great fear, would she like to come over to my place. I was expecting a decline, so I was pretty comfortable as soon as I finally asked her. To my surprise, her tender voice replied “Yes”. We took a tram to my building, I was trembling in her presence. I didn’t even know how to act, I lost control of everything. In order to bring myself to senses, I offered her some whiskey, a rare commodity in a student’s apartment, but what the hell, I had to calm myself down. We continued chatting, and as I became more arrogant, resulting from the ingested whiskey, I noticed she had started to behave differently. Very few moments passed in silence, but they were marked by us coming really close together, lips to lips, heavy breathing and closed eyes. We didn’t yet kiss on that evening, but it was there, waiting to happen. At one hour past midnight, lust came over us and we were joined in a bestial act of tearing the clothes off ourselves.That is the first time I noticed her astonishing figure…beautiful bahis siteleri breasts, a slim waist and a huge ass…followed by thin legs. She had the most beautiful feet I had seen…slim fingers. I couldn’t breathe of excitement. In moments I was rock hard, blood was flowing like a torrent, I couldn’t utter a single syllable. She was in total control. She tore down my jeans finally, I was left in boots with my dick finally in the open. She was surprised, she said nothing but how beautiful it is, and started going down on me. After about five minutes I stood her up, threw her naked body over the desk and took her from behind. She started moaning, and she was wet beyond comprehension. Our passions finally melted into an epic sexual act. I took her hard and fast, she moaned and moaned until she finally came for the first time. I couldn’t stop. It was literally like d**gs, you only want more. I picked her up in my hands and we started doing it while standing up, where she came again. I was still rock hard, with strength and power taking over my entire body. Then we did the floor, and the bed, and the terrace, and the kitchen counter. She came once again, and to my surprise…I had never lasted so long with a girl. Never. The only witness to that was the Sun raising over the horizon. When it was my turn to come, I felt almost depressed…I never wanted this magical night to end. We fell asleep on the couch, only covering our naked bodies with a thin blanket I had found laying around. She fell asleep on my chest, with a smile on here face, whereas for myself…I was doomed. No sleep for me. The remainder of the Luckies went down that evening, with her perfume sometimes distinguishing itself from the cigarette smoke.The Blonde I mentioned earlier talked to her “for me” and she had found out she thought I was very sweet and somewhat amazing, odd in my own way. That’s where our “saga” began, with some mediation from the Blonde. Weeks and weeks passed in relentless sex, with every session turning out to be different. The last time she let me have her was when we finally admitted our fetishes to one another.It was an incredibly cold February evening, some time after the Valentine’s which we didn’t spend together. I was, honestly, in search of love, but her quest was different. She wanted good sex and nothing else. Emotions weren’t her forte. It took me quite a while to find that out because she was treating me with respect. A nice play from her. I called her to my place. The moment she told me she was coming over I started cleaning my apartment, setting up candles and all that. She came over casually dressed, as always, and brought a lot of beer with herself. We drank what we could, until our eyes were watering from drunkenness. That’s when we started our conversation.Natalie said with her sweet voice, almost with some shyness: “You know, I never told you the things that truly turn me on”, to which I had no response, I waited for the next part,”I love some weird stuff, and I know you’re really in your place, I wasn’t really comfortable telling this you yet”. “Natalie there is no reason to hide anything for me…you’d be surprised if nothing else”, I answered, to which she continued, “Listen, my boy, güvenilir bahis my lover…my something. Tonight is the night when I want you to pound me in my ass…I want to give you a footjob, I want to swallow your load. I want to feel you like never before tonight. If you can do that to me, then I will strip right away, and you may begin, my boy, otherwise, I will leave with my head down. I can’t believe I just told you this.”I knew how girls were sensitive describing their passions, so I did not hesitate, I started stripping her down myself. When she was naked I went down on her and almost drowned…she was that wet. The words alone got her going, I was hard and the night could begin. Missionary was the break in, which I used for myself, because no girl before let me have anal sex with her. I was a bit afraid to be honest, my mind was wandering around. She grabbed my neck with her thin fingers…yet her grasp was so strong and whispered into my ear. “Do it, do me from behind.” I spared no moment and I began immediately. Her moans were louder than ever, my excitement was like never before, I had to struggle not to cum immediately, and so, we spent an hour in that pose, with her cumming twice. She was completely wet from sweat alone, her legs were trembling, and I was no where near finishing. She didn’t want me to stop, so we continued moaning into the night, with me taking her incredibly hard from behind. At the end, she turned around and gave me a footjob, another first for me. I came like a whale. my sheets, my body…everything was drenched. She started licking me insatiably, and she “cleaned” everything up. After that she collapsed on my sweaty, burning chest almost like she passed out. The morning came, inevitably, and she left before I even woke up. My passion, photography, led me on a twenty day journey across the country. During that time, we broke contact several times. We talked out of occasion, casually, like we didn’t know a thing about each other. I started feeling that the last time our bodies enjoyed the lust we shared was a sort of goodbye.I finally returned to the city in late March. I couldn’t wait to see her, but before that I got a call from the Blonde. She told me that Natalie had “moved on” and found herself a boyfriend. My ears went deaf for a few moments, I finally realized that I had fallen for her way too much, but I was grateful to the Blonde, I at least found out firsthand. That night, I cried, after who knows how long. I sat down in my flat, with no light at all, except from my computer monitor, put on my favorite songs from Pink Floyd and downed a pack of Luckies in about two hours. My pillow was still drenched in the beautiful scent of her perfume, the Black XS…the only remnant of my downfall. I fell asleep somewhere in the hallway, with no sense of anything, except absolute exhaustion. My mind went blank, yet again, as it did on the night I first kissed her, my heart pounded with pain, and my soul was darker than the universe. I experienced something I could never have for myself again, but I was grateful, as I had something so good, that it made me pour tears of grief when it ended.Natalie is still with her boyfriend, who is older, I am now back to disposable women, cigarettes and alcohol, lusting for that elusive feel once again. But as time passes by, fear has become a reality, and this is what remains of it, a quickly written trace of my past, a reminder of my biggest lust.
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