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Erotic sex story: Fight and BDSM sex in the woods

Erotic sex story: Fight and BDSM sex in the woods

Part 1: Erotic sex story – Fight and BDSM sex

This is a full story of a couple who their problems ended with making sex in the woods. Want to figure out how did they make it? Read our story:

– Alina? 
– Yes? 
– Why are you still pretending? 
– What do you mean? 
– I mean, why are you pretending? 
– I don’t pretend … 
– Be honest at least. Don’t sell me donuts. 
– But it is not true! 

I got upset from the bed, turning my back to her. Maybe I need to walk away, have sex in the woods, take a breath and give the shoe a fuck. I didn’t know why I was stubborn, what and whom I wanted to prove. It was clear that the girl was pretending. That was clear that she was running out of inertia by virtue of the fact that a woman had to do with her partner. But she was not living the absolute moment.

I’m not a guy who judges sex quality by the number of orgasms. Just went through this, I was such a guy. We have come to the conclusion that an intense sex party is defined by the force of life, by self-abandonment and openness. That kind of love without regrets, without inhibitions and reduced to mere reflexes and biological responses. Reason and feelings do not occur during sex. I’m the prelude. It’s what puts people in bed and lights them up. You don’t need to have sex in the woods to feel better. The rest should be just pleasure, abandonment and passion.

I stuck my forehead to the cold glass. Outside dark darkness. Although I didn’t see anything, I was imagining the forest on the edge of the yard. I figured it would be like taking my clothes and leaving the hell out of there slamming the door behind me. Dramatic and childish.

I took a breath in my chest and turned to her: 
– Look what it is. Not working. Really, it’s all bad shit. It’s like having sex in the woods with a closet. What doesn’t work, something would you like us to do in return? Help me, because I feel tired. Tired and I run out of ideas. I do not know what to try, dec in the woods for example ? I do not know how to approach, I hesitated for a long time, the situation.

The first word that came to mind was “the problem”, but I didn’t want to think it would be a problem. Although it was. I was hiding behind my finger.

She was lying in bed and didn’t say anything. She didn’t even look at me. An inflatable doll, slightly wrinkled and slightly deflated.

– See, exactly what I said.

I took my pants off the floor and pulled them on me. Suddenly I felt stupid and embarrassed naked. The shirt was somewhere on the edge of the bed, under her thigh. I wanted to give it up, but I gritted my teeth and stretched after her. Then I pulled her abruptly and put her on me. In some parts, it was warm from her body.

I may lose myself in insignificant details, but I still love those moments. Everything is so clear and alive in my mind. It’s like having sex in the woods.

– Why are not you talking to me?

I asked, sitting on a chair and continuing:

– This is where all the problems come from. You don’t want to be open with me, you just … just … you see, I don’t know what you want. And I’m not just talking about sex here. Generally, I have no idea what is in your head. You’re always available and cute and ready to do whatever I want, but you never want anything. We’re a couple, Alina. We are two. Everyone has to feel good, to enjoy these moments, to build their part. Understand?

I was talking about the walls. I couldn’t reach her with anything. Now I realized then how little I knew her even though they had been good months since we were together. An empty casing. A mannequin with penetrating holes and trumpets for noise.

– You know, I tried in a tired voice, you could say something.

She looked at me at last, but the words that followed made me even worse:

“I really don’t understand where the problem is,” she told me. 
– The problem is … I tried, you are not very involved in this. 
– How can I not participate? 
– You didn’t really listen to me, did you? 
– Yes, but I don’t see what I did wrong. 
– It’s not wrong here, it’s about involvement. Of opinion, communication, of participation, of the sincerity, I have no idea … of opinion and …
– I always tried to please you, never said anything. 
– Exactly! 
– I don’t understand where I went wrong. 
– Sometimes I suspect you are autistic. Really.

She stood up and this time she looked directly at me, saying, 
“I think you’re just talking silly now.” Get the plains here. You say big words and you get important. Why? That’s what I don’t understand. I did everything, but everything to make you feel good. How many women are willing to do this? How many? I did it all and you, ungrateful stay here and give me lessons on life or what the hell doesn’t suit you there. I think you are a hypocrite who feels bad because he received everything and now he is justified and makes the great saint.

She got up from the bed, throwing the sheet on the floor and headed to the bathroom, throwing me over her shoulder: 
– Maybe you should appreciate and shut your mouth. Maybe you don’t know how to enjoy those moments and you’re still looking for silly justifications. You pretend that you care, that you are a moralistic wolf, when in fact …

She said something after she slammed the door on the bathroom, but I couldn’t figure out what. Immediately the latch was heard, followed by the water from the shower.

What can I say? I was just stuck. And in some respects, she was really right. Did I really care about her or more about me? Or were those just words that I felt the need to say because they had to be spoken, or did I even care?

Part 2: Erotic sex story – Fight and BDSM sex in the woods

We got to the party among the last night. All the way to the villa I spent it in silence. We didn’t want anything, but we couldn’t go. I was going to stay for a while, have a few drinks and go back to our accommodation, pretending I am very drunk. To go to the table with me and the prestige of an animal party and of the man who is having a drink. I wanted to go to bed, to go home the next day and to shoot a shot at the bottom of this guy who treads my nerves.

In front of the gate, I paid the taxi driver and took her by the hand. She didn’t shy away, but she didn’t react in any way. We both glued a fake smile to the face and entered the villa.

The party was already in everyone. Already the least resistant had taken the oil. The living room was full of people and cigarette smoke, and the music at the top made the conversation almost impossible.

I greeted the host and wished her. After a brief hug, I quickly ran away from them, pretending that I must greet others.

There was nothing urgent, no one was a close friend of mine. They were, ironically, mainly Alina’s friends. It is true that for two hours I did not see Alina. I just wasn’t interested.

The meeting was an unexpected one, on the balcony. I had gone out to take a breath, she was sitting tightly against her ex. What the hell am I doing, a scene? There was no point. It was not polite and so I decided that the next day everyone would take it on their way. Or, at least that was what I had considered three seconds before.

Of course, the foam grabbed me. I understand that our relationship is not working and that we are breaking up.

I came up with the thought of saying something clever, spiritual, sarcastic and biting. Something to back it up. Two steps away from them I said:

– Hey.

They both turned to me, stepping away from each other. I noticed this involuntary because in my mind filled with anger I was arguing alone: “Hey, good ass? Hey?”.

– Stay calm, keeping trying to smile, I don’t want to disturb you. I’ll go to the other terrace, OK?

With hand wave, my cheeks numb with that big, sincere smile. I went through the living room at high speed and went behind the house, where the forest started.

In those moments the two died. They have risen. They were beheaded, shot, trampled and thrown from the plane. My stomach ached, I felt betrayed. And for what? A quarrel and he ran away fleeing into the arms of the former?

I was starting to get in trouble with myself. Although no partner told me that I would not be performing, the phase I was going through raised serious question marks.

I don’t think it’s a bigger blow to a man than being insecure about his sexual performance. I was beginning to think maybe I’m not that good. The idea that maybe the other guy manages to satisfy her and I don’t. It seems to annihilate me as an individual. I trusted my confidence. It filled me with hell. 

I knew she was behind me and she didn’t say anything. I almost felt her presence. From time to time, her breath tickled my neck. I threw the cigarette. I looked at the stars. My shoulders were aching and I wanted to get back.

I took another cigarette out of the pack and lit it. I didn’t want to give up. It was a fight of the will that I couldn’t afford to lose. I had already lost twice that day, once again and I was done.

Suddenly I wanted to have it once. To own it. To make her scream and cry, to humiliate her by forcing her to ask me into her. I would have laughed, I would have kept her that night. Kissing her, caressing her, digging into her to the point of madness and pulling me away. I would have exploited her body, every inch of skin until it faded. For sure I could. I had done sex in the woods another time, but not with her.

When I turned to face her. It was nobody. I was making usually bad movies.

Part 3: Erotic sex story – Fight and BDSM sex in the woods

When I saw her again, she was talking about the celebration. I was dancing with another girl, waving my hands in the waistband of her pants. My fingers were telling me that I was going to find a meaty and strong ass tonight.

I leaned into her, rubbing her erection on her belly. I was pretty drunk, I didn’t really care. Neither situation nor type.

I approached to kiss her earlobe when I was sure Alina would see me. The girl in my arms seemed to be running through an electric current. Alina was gone when I raised my head.

I danced a little with that girl, still looking for Alina. She didn’t show up. I was rocking between the idea that she got upset and left home, or got upset and went to shoot me with her ex. Still, I was leaning more towards leaving home. It turned out that there had been none.

It had been well past three o’clock when Alina stand up next to us. I was sitting on a couch with my sleeve in her arms, her hands up to her elbow in her neck when she caught us.

– I’m sleepy, we’re going home.

From her tone, I realized that she was leaving with a scandal. And the doubt came to her, for she suddenly became kind and turned her hands away from me. I turned to Alina.

– Go? 
– Yes, we go! 
– What do you mean, “we go”? 
– I mean, you put your hands in your pocket, your appetite and go home!

She had begun to raise her tone and risked drawing attention. I got up from the couch and grabbed her by the arm.

– Okay, I said taking her to the exit, let’s go.

She tried to shake my hand, but I held her tight. With a frightened look at the other girl, she followed me boldly.

We caught up with the host and left. I didn’t even get out of the party’s field of vision when she turned to me and exploded: 
– What the hell was in your head? 
– What happened to me? Who was muzzle with the former, me or you? 
– Yeah, I was mumbling. I was talking. 
– It didn’t seem … 
– Because you behaved like a selfish pig. 
– What did I do? 
– You acted like a pig. You left me there and ran to get rid of me and made Gabi ask me what’s going on. 
– Yeah, brother, this really interested me, what Gabi thinks. 
– See? Selfish, as I said. 
– And that made you run away to the ex, for a little consolation, right?
– I was just talking. 
– Tightly hug. How not to. 
– Andrew, I was on the terrace, in sight of everyone. He saw that I was upset, that I was almost crying and he came to talk to me. 
– And you talked about what you were talking about until you were both gone. Did you like him, or were you careless?

She looked at me with wide-open eyes and open mouth. Her shock was pervaded first, then astonishment, understanding, and anger:

– You know something, yes. That’s what I did. We went to fuck in the woods like mice. We went right here, into the woods had sex and we shot. And you know something? He really did fine. Like a man. Not like you. He was good at everything and in all the holes until I fainted.

I knew she was lying and wanted to annoy me, but it didn’t help. There was a little devil there scratching me. I knew that sure, sure it is not true, but … if so? Why does she tell me all this? Maybe not now, but another time … when they were together and had sex in the woods, he might even satisfy her.

“Get out,” I whispered. You better go. 
– If not, what? 
– Forget it. 
– Of course, yes, you get beaten. You can not argue, you have never been able to. You can’t have sex in the woods. Does the truth bother you, and what do you do? What are you doing man? Run. No, wait, you’re not even able to run, you make me run into the woods.
– Alina, please finish it. 
– That’s why I can’t feel good about you in bed because I feel like I’m in bed with a little boy. I want a man, do you understand? One who will dominate me, obey me, use me like a whore. Got tired of these junkies, puppies, suckers who think they are good and nice boys. 
– It stops … 
– That if not, what? Will you cheat me until I die? Will you apologize until you blame me? What does all this help me with?

I did then what I never thought I would do. Honestly, I regret that day that gesture, but I could not. And I just wanted to hear nothing of all that. I had made similar black thoughts myself, but to hear them from her mouth seemed to be confirmed. Besides, I couldn’t believe how wrong I had been. I had given her affection and attention, and she had understood everything in reverse.

And I reached out and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, lifting her until she was on my toes. 
– Shut up. Shut up or … 
– Or will you hit me? Hit me if that makes you a man.

These words hurt me. Without knowing why it all sounded like a bad taste melodrama. Prefabricated replicas, a brutalized woman. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I let her go. She rushed to me shouting and trying to hit me: 
– Cowboys, you’re a coward.

I shied away from her blows, baring her arm the ones I could not avoid, but she did not give in: 
– You ran like a coward at the first sucker that was available. Hey, did you shoot her? Did you like it? She seemed like the one who says “God help” when she has other fingers than hers.

I grabbed her by one arm and twisted her in the back. 
– We’re fucking funny. 
– That’s why I can’t. 
“Move,” I said, pushing her from behind.

She kept screaming and mouthing for minutes. I didn’t know where she got so much energy. The insults, vulgar words, seemed as if possessed. When we got quite far from the villa, I stopped her and bent her arm until she dropped to her knees. 
– What do you want?
– I want you to fuck me. I want you to rape me. To force me to roll over here like a rag. I want to have sex in the woods.
– And was this all the traffic needed?

She looked at me. I looked at her. For the first time, I read her wish in her lusty eyes. She was a changed person. She was a sprouted animal. A female in the heat, a torch burning. 
“Get up,” pulling her by the bent arm. I swear to you that I am more holy than every insult you throw at me will pay. I’m giving you a chance. Apologize. Accept that you just spoke the stinging nerves and go civilized home. We both accept that we are wrong, that we do not fit. We draw a line and each one on his way. Friendly. Otherwise … otherwise, you get home full of bruises, bruises and probably really raped, because you certainly wouldn’t say yes at all. So? 
– You can’t, even if you want to. 
– Wrong answer.

I brutally pushed her in the middle of the street. The game had begun. I decided to get into the woods and have sex. I couldn’t go back, even if I wanted to. Around us, only trees. In the distance, only a few lights were visible. Quiet. A deep silence interrupted only by the rustling of the leaves at the easy passage of a gust of wind. On the road, not even a human being at that hour of the night.

I was slightly frightened by what I was going to do. Never I was the brutal guy, but now I had to play my part.

I forced her to her knees. The words formed in my mind, but they didn’t want to come out of my mouth.

I let go of her arm and grabbed her head, clutching her face to my pants. Kneeling there in the dust of the road, she looked like a real prostitute. Her skirt had risen to the middle of her thighs, revealing a perfect, white skin, which I knew so well, but which seemed so foreign under the dim light of the stars. 
– What are you waiting for?

I asked, rubbing my erection in front of her.

– Do I really have to force you to do everything? 
– If anyone sees us? 
– Didn’t you want to be treated like a whore? You seemed so. I thought you were excited to be seen. Danger. Prohibited. Illegality. What are you doing, have you softened?

She opened my belt and unzipped me. Then she took my  penis out, but I stopped it: 
– Not yet. Suck it in panties.

She was surprised, puzzled. 
– Alina faster. We do not negotiate.

I pulled her a hair braid. She opened her mouth. The sensation of heat and humidity was faded by the thin material. 
– How do you feel the idea that maybe in that crazy dance with Miruna that stuff you touch with your lips has rubbed her panties?

She mumbled something and bit me in response.

– And she had worn panties, that’s what I can guarantee you. 
– Screw you. 
– Remain silent. You are not allowed to speak.

I slowly relaxed under her reach. Already everything had disappeared around me. Space was concentrated in a small heap of everything, from which the forest and the forest disappeared, and the road, and everything unrelated to it back then.

I pulled her away from me and grabbed her arm again: 
– Get up. Let’s go. 
– Where?

I grabbed her hair fist and pulled it tight: 
– No questions. Without speaking. Do you understand?

She looked at me from the bottom up. I approached her face: 
– I asked you a question: did you understand? 
– Yes. 
– Good move.

I gave her a sprig and we continued on the deserted road. Our footsteps reverberated through the forest. The cold had begun to drop, I could see the effect on the wrinkled skin on her arms. I was fine. 

– What do you think is coming next? 
– I do not know. 
– You can imagine. 
– I have no idea.

I spanked her ass: 
– It wasn’t a question. Do you understand? 
– Yes. 
– So what do you think I’m gonna do to you? 
– I do not know. 
– Try. 
– Really do not know. 
– Do you want me to tell you? 
– Yes. 
– Isn’t it better to find out directly? 
– Sure. 
– And then?

She kept going in silence. After two steps I asked again. 
– I asked you a question. 
– I thought it was rhetoric. 
– Do you think you’re smart?

I grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her face to me: 
– Are you smart with me? Really? Didn’t you really understand the rules, or do you like being beaten? 
– I like being beaten. 
– Good. And what else do you like? 
– Have sex. 
– Have sex? Do you mean to be fucked? 
– Yes. 
– Yes, what? 
– I like being fucked. 
– Cumm? 
– Yes. 
– Do you like being beaten and fucked hard? 
– Yes. 
– And beaten hard and fucked hard, or just fucked hard? 
– Both. 
– So what? 
– I like to be fucked hard and beaten hard. 
– Good. You are wet? 
– Yes. 
– Would you like to be fucked now? 
– Yes. 
– Good.

I lifted her skirt in the middle of the road and put my hand in her panties. She made no defense. She was just with her head bowed. 

I parted her glued lips and stuck a finger deep into her. The juice of her juices was boiling almost in her own juice. I withdrew my hand from her panties and brought it to her lips: 
– Suck. Come on.

She opened his mouth hesitantly and took my fingers in her mouth. Curious, cautious, it can be slightly deranged. 
– Suggest them.

She complied. At first, she was pulling like a straw, but slowly, she began to move her head back and forth, as if in ablaze. 
– So you wanna be fucked? 
– Yes, she mumbled. 
– Where? 
– In the pussy.

I tucked her fingers deeper into her throat, causing her to drown: 
Are you a whore, or a kindergarten girl? 
– A whore. 
– How do you want me to fuck you? 
– In the pussy. 
– Do you do it deliberately? 
– Not. 
– I think so. I ask you once more, where do you want me to fuck you? 
– In the pussy.

I shook my head, sighing: 
– Wrong answer. Again.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and stuck her to a tree. I stuck to it, crushing it. Then kissed her lips. It tasted of salt and something much more exciting, more animalistic, more eager.

I put my lips to her skin on her neck, feeling her pulse. Small bumps that hit my lips. The smell of summer, of the forest, of the musk and desire.

I had a hard time. I knew that if I gave up then everything would be over. Only the desire gave me the power to continue the game. With her loss, so would the courage, and the burning and the madness. I would have been empty, ashamed, stupid.

“I think we have to learn a little anatomy,”

-You do not believe? 
– Yes, she answered the same.

I pulled her after me through the woods. The branches whipped our faces, the thick grass scratched our legs. I arrived in a courtyard guarded by tall oaks.

It seemed like a good place. An altar of Pan on which the sacrifice was to be taken.

I stopped by an old tree with lower branches. I turned to her: 
– Take off your bra.

She lowered her blouse: 
– I just said bra.

She handed me the red garment. It looked like a stain of color in that painting of green, brown and gray. It was so small that it was probably only used to cover her nipples. 
– Get past the tree and raise your left hand. So, a little above.

I stepped behind her and tied her hand to the lowest branch and with all of that, she was almost on top. She was small in stature, about a meter sixty, but she was losing height by compensating for her volume.

Her shirt had risen to the middle of his abdomen, revealing some worked muscles and a small, slightly outward belly. The line of the breasts was vague in the gloom, guessing especially after the small bulbs that were symmetrical. With her hair loose, her legs long and carved, she looked like an ancient virgin, ready to be given to the gods just because she is beautiful.

And then, I asked myself in a corner of my mind: “Why”? Does a woman so beautiful, so smart, so attractive, accept all this? Why is it so different, unexpected otherwise? What in her life did she say no to the norm, the simple pleasure of being with a man as nature wanted her to be?

She was awakened by a meditation from her, which made the whole tree crumble. In the quiet of the forest, the noise of the leaves sounded like, “Come on, come on.”

I got close. I touched her face with fingertips. 
– Do you know what draws me to you? 
– No. 
– Do you suspect? 
– No. 
– Mystery, Alina. Right now, the mystery. Don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful. You’re attractive. Every moment of my relationship with you, I felt like I was coming to shoot you. Even when I was on the street. Even when we were eating, we were watching TV or waking up at night to go to the bathroom. I was looking at you and I was coming to pick you up. There. Then. On the bench, on the stove, under the shower or on the taxi bench. Even in a church, or on a stadium. Understand? 
– Yes. 
– … you have something magnetic, something that puts the thermostat of thought on and grabs your wrists. You’re a pheromone bomb.

I kept quiet for a few moments. 
– And yet, I don’t understand you.

She looked up from the ground. I hit her in the face. 
– Even now, in the position you are in, I appreciate you. I almost worship you in your beauty. You’re almost perfect, and that’s why I’m gonna have to get you on your feet.

The last words sounded false. They meant absolutely nothing, but I risked holding it all night and losing my temper. I had to get it out of the way before I could soak in everything. I had to get back to my role. 
– So. Do you know what’s next? 
– No. 
– An anatomy lesson. Let’s start simple: what do you have between your legs? 
– A pussy. Wrong.

I untied my belt from my pants and pulled it out. 
– We’ll try exercise. Each time you say a correct answer, you receive a prize. But every time you give a wrong answer, you get a penalty. The penalty is this:

I tugged the belt through the air and hit it with a strong “envelope”. 
– Do you know what the prize is? 
– No. 
– You won’t get the punishment. Sounds fair? 
– No.

The belt flew through the air and hit it again over the buttocks, just below this time. 
– Are we trying again? 
– Yes. 
– Do you think it’s fair? 
– Yes. 
– Perfect. The first question is a simple one: what do you have between your legs? 
– A pussy. 
– Wrong.

The strap was biting once more on her buttocks, but she didn’t make a single gesture. 
– What do you have between your legs, Alina? 
– A vagina. 
– Wrong. Something else? 
– Pubic hair. 
– Wrong. 
– Panties? 
– Wrong. 
– A pussy? 
– You said that again, I think you’re fooling me.

I applied three consecutive hits, which were getting faster. 
– So? 
– A … a … pussy. 
– Good. Can you show me? 
– No.

I hit her this time over her thighs, a little slower but with a stronger effect. 
– I say you can. What do you think? 
– That I can. 
– Get your panties down. You have 10 seconds. For every three delays, you get one more hit. 7 …

She began to scramble, trying to deal with one hand and hanging from the tree. 
– 6 …

Then she pulled her panties down, trying to lift her leg and go over her knee.

– Four …

She slipped and probably would have fallen if her tied hand had not balanced it.

– 1…

At high speed, she pulled her left foot and let the red patch slide down the other leg to her ankle.

– Zero.

The belt hit her again and again, choking her. 
– You know, I said everything. Right now I’m around your ankle.

I continued to hit her every three seconds, as she struggled to throw her panties on the grass. I was careless and watching her efforts. She couldn’t use her hands – one was tied, and the other didn’t reach, so she shook her foot, waving and moaning every time she was hit.

When she finally got rid of them, sweat began to appear on her skin. Reddish stripes clutched her thighs.

– Good. You did it.

I threw the strap in the grass, too, near the bulky panties. Then I put my hand on her hot meat. I hadn’t hit hard, and yet the skin had reddened considerably.

I covered her thigh with kisses to the back of her knee. The whole tremor. Her skin had become like chicken. 
– You did very well, I told her, her lips sticking to her skin. Extraordinarily good. Are you ready? 
– Yes. 
– Ready for what? 
– I do not know. 
– You see, it means you’re not quite ready, right? 
– No. 
– Wrong, my dear.

I climbed with kisses on her thigh until I stuck my mouth to her hot vagina. My tongue made its way through the labia, growling agile. 
– A very wrong answer, I whispered. Do you want to know what the correct answer would be? 
– Yes. 
– Because you don’t know what you’re ready for, and yet you said yes, it means you’re ready for anything.

I pulled her skirt until she landed down on the grass. Then I began to untie her buttons from her shirt, continuing to speak: 
– I think you’re hot, right? 
– Little bit. 
– Then let me help you with that. I was thinking that I’m probably going to do what you want most. Do you remember what it was? 
– Yes. 
– What? 
– Fuck me. 
– Exactly. But do you know how the fuck you are 
– Loud. 
– Right again. The question was, you know what? 
– No. 
– Your mind will. I’ll play with your mind until you go crazy. And that, without even touching you. Or maybe I’ll do it.

I reached out and opened the knot that held her tied. I rubbed her arm which seemed numb. 
– That’s the beauty of the game. To tell truths and lies, until you know what to believe.

I pulled her shirt down, leaving it in her shoes and tights only. 
– Move a little. I’m sure you fell asleep.

She took a hesitant step, then another, and one more. 
– Have you ever heard of the game “Symon says”? 
– No. 
– It’s a game where someone, a certain Symon, says something, and you have to do that. Normally it’s pretty harmless, but I think we can make it more interesting. What do you say? 
– Yes. 
– Good. Go in the middle of the meadow

She listened to me, moving almost running. Although the distance was not great, in those few seconds, the image of her buttocks popping freely in free, public space, raised my pulse to 120. 
– That’s perfect. Stop.

She stopped and turned to face me. The moon was beating her. Again, not knowing how many times I realized how beautiful it is. She looked polished with silver. A mythological creature. One of Artemis’s hunters. 
– Raise your hands above your head. Push the chest forward. And now do a pirouette. Very good. Now, come back.

She started running, her hair fluttering behind her. I grabbed her in my arms. I wanted to kiss her. But I stopped. I pushed her on the grass instead: 
– Sit in front of me.

She sat. 
– Sit down. With your ass on the floor.

She hesitated a little, I must admit that I did not even think the most OK situation. I got up and picked up her shirt from the floor to stretch it. But I changed my mind, and threw it away, removing my own shirt. I reached out to her: 
– Hold on, sit on this.

She took it gratefully and put it under her ass. 
– Pull your feet away. You know why? 
– To look at me. 
– I can look at you, too, if you stay close. What the hell!
– To look at my pussy. 
– And this, but mainly, to expose you. I want you to feel vulnerable, exposed. Understand? 
– Yes. 
– Good. Now tell me what you want. With those ugly words. And this time, I want you to look ahead. I want you to tell me everything in front, dirty, wicked, with details. Don’t make me ask questions, and maybe some of the things you say, you will receive as a reward. What do you say? 
– OK. 
– So? What do you want? What Alina wants now. 
– I want you to fuck me. Lay down here on the grass and shoot me.

She paused and swallowed dry. 
– I want … want more.

I looked at her, looking for the cigarette packet for the first time. Just realized that it is difficult for her to speak, that she cannot find her words, that she cannot simply pour out things that she has probably not thought of in words. 
– I wish I had you in me, right now, right here … 
– Where in you, I interrupted her. 
– In me. In the cunt, in the mouth, everywhere. I want to feel how you penetrate me, how you move in me, in my cunt, how you rub yourself … the hot cock of my cunt. I want to feel full and broken, to hurt myself, to hit my cock in the ass. Pull my hair and kiss me. Get me to do stuff. 
– What kind of stuff? 
– Wicked stuff. You ask me to suck your dick, rub my face and lips, to let go of my face and my tits.

It had lighted on her face, a red like cancer. The words rushed out of her mouth and she was looking anywhere else except in my eyes. 
– Tell me all this with your fingers deep in your cunt. Show me how hard you want me to fuck you.

She hesitantly brought her hand to the cunt, touching it lightly. 
– Keep going. 
– I want to … lick me. Let me in your mouth and you will not stop. I want your tongue in me, in my cunt, and I suck your dick.

As she spoke, her hand moved faster and faster. My throat had dried, I could not. 
– I want to suck it to you while you give me my tongues and finish both at the same time. Let me rub my wet pussy from your face and your chest, put my hand over your face, and rub my lips. You, too, are to hit me to the ground and run behind me. To let go of me and after I suck your cock full of sperm until you get up again and kiss me again. In the grass, supported by the tree, on the street, everywhere.

I jumped from my seat over her, aiming her to the ground. With my hands shaking, I opened my pants and pulled her out. 
– Fuck me! 
– I’ll fuck you, I promise.

Then I held her hands in the grass, and I only penetrated her from the pool. 
– That’s right, fuck me. 
– Do you like? 
– Yes, it’s OK. It’s so good.

For the first time, I really believed her. She winced and screamed beneath me like a grab. Among the snorting, she shouted obscene words, swears, and encouragement.

I withdrew from it almost immediately, ready to ejaculate. I sank my head between her legs, frantically licking her. 
– No, get your dick in me, please.

I didn’t listen to her, I continued to suck her clit while she pressed my head against her cunt.

It ended quickly, ejaculating a wave of colorless liquid. I let her cum. I pulled my pants down and sat on her chest with my dick between her tits. It slid as grease from the abundant lube juices it produced. 
– Do you like? 
– Yes. 
– Do you like to feel it between your tits? 
– Yes. 
– Do you know what I’m going to do to you? I’ll let you cum, I’ll fill you with slobber on face and tits, like the last whore you are. 
– Come on. 
– Or better yet, I’ll fuck you in the ass. I’ll break that perfect ass of yours until you cum again. Bigmouth!

She opened her mouth and slammed my cock into her mouth. I put my hands under her head and started pumping her: 
– So, suck it. You have a perfect mouth. She was made to receive only the flea all her life.

She hissed at something and waved at me. 
– You’re a fairy, I swear. I didn’t think there was so much passion in you. God, you are divine.

I pulled her out, about to ejaculate again. I got up from her and ordered her: 
– In four paws. Pass in four paws.

She executed quickly, putting on a goat: 
– Do you want a dick?

I asked, hitting her with palm over her ass. 
– Yes. 
– Where to give it to you. 
– In the cunt. 
– What if I want to kick you ass? Shall I split you, penetrate you, get you in the stomach? 
– Fuck me.

I was thirsting for her with every word. 
– Rub yourself wild. Rub yourself like a hot whore.

She put her hand between her legs, placing two fingers deep and sucking herself. 
– That’s right, so silly slut. Then again, I slap on the ass, what do you want? 
– Well. 
– Why do you want to fuck? And one more hand. 
– To fuck me.

Then I knelt between her legs, preparing to penetrate her. I knew it would be short, but I couldn’t resist. My ears ached, my muscles trembled.

I put my dick in her ass’s rosette and pushed very little. 
– Fuck you in the ass? 
– Get off me! 
– Or in the ass? 
– Get off my ass!

I was walking my dick between her nipples, up and down, from the hole in the ass to the swollen, wet cunt she was working on herself. 
– Come, please. 
– Ask me more convincingly. 
– Pleeeeeease! 
– Good.

I pushed my cock into her pussy and we were both betrayed. Felt her goatee, almost throwing me off her. I instantly gave up. A powerful eruption in many waves.

And yet, I continued to fuck her. The dick was still strong, my coats were screaming not to stop. Each pump was accompanied by a howl and a loud noise. The semen was leaking on her thighs, but I was hard at work. 
– Did you think you escaped? 
– Ahaa, aha. 
– You didn’t escape. Skip the suction.

I pulled out of it and slammed it into her mouth. 
– Suck it, clean it all. I want to cum in your throat.

We were both moving disjointed. We would hit each other, roll on the floor, swear and bite.

I withdrew from her mouth and grabbed her by the hair. I raised it again in four paws and led it to the tree. Even though I was excited, I couldn’t finish it again, and that was jumping me. It was like constipation, pressure, pain.

I put her to take the tree in her arms, the bark biting from the soft flesh of her breasts. 
– You fucked like a bitch in the heat. Take that day, and did that building like that fuck you? 
– No! 
– You said you were like a man, what the hell was it? 
– Ahaa.

I grabbed her back again, pressing her harder on the tree. 
– Is it strong enough? 
– Yes. 
– What do you feel? 
– I feel full. It hurts. But I like. 
– I want you to scream louder. I want you to wake up the whole forest. Just want you to let go until you faint until you get a rag in a coma! 
– Yes! 
– Scream! 
– Aaahaaa! 
– More, scream how much you like it! 
– Aha!

I bit her by the neck and shoulder. I put my hands between her and the tree, panting, clutching her breasts and squeezing spasmodically. 
– A little boy, this little boy will break you in two.

We moved away together. I pulled her out of her hand and turned her face to me. I took her in my arms and started pumping again.

She curled her legs around my waist and synchronized with me. 
– Come on, come on. Squeeze me in, squeeze my dick. Kill me. Come on. 
– Aaa! 
– Scream, explode. I want you to make a thousand pieces, forget about yourself. 
– AA! 
– I’m coming. I think I’m going to have a heart attack! 
– Come on, come on.

*

– Does it still hurt? 
– Little bit.

We were both in bed, hugging each other. The sun was high in the sky for hours, but we had only awakened for a few minutes. In the light, everything seemed distant and bizarre. A dream. A hallucination. Mirage.

I moved slightly into bed, my whole body sending pain signals. 
– Hey! Does it still hurt?

She asked, touching my back with her fingertips.

– Little bit. But, I added after a second of thought, I think it was worth it. 
– Believe? 
– Yes, I believe. 
– What happened? 
– It was so weird. I haven’t managed to digest all the information yet. It was like another world. I never would have imagined that.

I never said any of us good minutes in the line. We plunged into contemplative silence. Again and again, scenes from the previous night fragments disappeared, sequences that were not linked. A panty in the grass, a tree, Alina screaming, fingers sinking into the flesh. Nothing binds.

Last night…

*

We got home like two beggars who had been fighting in the mud for a piece of bread. With the clothes torn, with the scratches and bruises, with the tangled hair and just keeping us on our feet, we looked crazy and dangerous, two escaped from the mad hospital.

We threw the dirty and torn clothes off of us and we both went to the showers.

I could see the traces of madness on her body earlier and I felt bad. Guilty.

I compensated then with uncommon tenderness. It was soft in my arms and I washed it from head to toe. I kissed her bruises and touched the scratches as easily as I could. Then I wrapped it in a towel and carried her in my arms to the bed.

I didn’t say anything to any of us all this time. I treated her like a baby, drying her hair and untangling her before bed. Before she fell asleep, I kissed her on the lips and wished her a good night. Both.

I watched her sleep for hours on end. I was arming myself, but I was afraid to move, she woke up. After all, We fell asleep, my fingers curled in her hair and my eyes close.

“Love,” I said then, “love does not mean holding your hand, nor bringing the sun from the sky or collecting stars. It does not mean gossip and chocolate; to remember birthdays; to say “I love you” and “you want to marry me”. Love means being ready to go beyond boundaries, to wish the other one so much good, to go beyond anything, beyond any limit, to forget about yourself and to confuse yourself with the needs of your half. Especially when you don’t like yourself. “

And, I could add now, years away from that moment, love remains even when that special person is gone. If you remember fondly if you still keep that person’s memories alive; if you are ready to do the same things again knowing that you will still lose it; and if you don’t regret anything and it still beats your heart when you accidentally watch it on TV, then it means you loved it.

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