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You're here for a reason. You long to know that someone desires you, wants you, hungers for you. Well, I do. Here I am, waiting for you. You thought that I would not return to your arms. Yeah, I know. Me too. You play hard to get, for a reason. It's all, for a reason.
Your heart is vacant. This I know, because I felt it. Your sadness, your emptiness, was felt by me, thousands of miles away. The depths of this, dare I say emotional despair, was felt by my intuition.
You need me and I thought that I would try and alleviate the loneliness that you feel throughout your heart that reveals itself in the briefest look into your eyes, that wears upon your soul. We've been apart for quite some time and that ends now.
Here I am ready to give myself to you. Savor the moment and don't take me for granted as you have in the distant past. This is our moment, cherish it, and make it resonate deep in your heart.
You caught me in the arms of another. That caused your heart to break. Saying *quot;sorry,*quot; in no way can diminish the depths of the heartache that you experienced. This, I understand now. It has taken years for me to internalize how my actions harmed you long go.
My needs superseded yours. I was selfish and very much arrogant. My professional capacity allowed me access many and I took advantage of that; often. I sampled far too many. All the while professing to love you.
The day of discovery triggered a downward spiral of emotional feelings for you that caused your heart to break, your soul to shatter. The inflection of your voice changed when we spoke. Your despair, your hurt though I was aware of it at the time, truly did not register, until...years later.
Years, later. When I felt your absence. Your absence lingered deep in my soul. I longed for you and wondered if you felt the hunger within yourself for me? It has taken years for me to be able to sense you, to know how you feel.
I do know how you feel. You want me. You want to feel, my arms around you. Like the past. You want the passion of long ago to return. For that passion, that hunger for you, that you knew I felt for you.
Most of all, you want to know if you can...trust me? Can you, once more open your heart and allow yourself to be extremely vulnerable to someone who took advantage of your trust, and broke it without empathy, without remorse, without guilt.
It has been years since we last kissed, last touched, last looked, with erotic anticipation into the eyes of the other. My heart feels you. So, I am glad that you're here. You accept the risk and wish to read my words, my thoughts of you and of my hunger for you.
If you are wiling to take the risk to come to me, to lay yourself bare, to chance the potential pain that vulnerability brings, then...come. We can meet, where we used to. You do recall, the cafe with the outdoor tables that was near the small foot bridge that extended over the river.
Do you remember how we spent some moments there in the late afternoon and the sun would gently warm our backs as we sat facing the street watching everyone pass by? Those moments were delicious and meaningful. More so, now.
You're here because you want to know if the passion remains in my heart? It does. If only you will meet me then I can prove it to you. Ummm, not to alarm you, but I have awareness of where you work. Yes, I followed you, as you walked outside making your way to the subway and from there heading home.
No, I did not follow you home. But, I watched from the elevated subway platform as you exited the station and walked in the direction of home amongst the others, carrying your large purse, and briefcase. You had changed into canlı bahis sneakers for the trek. You walked, with sadness.
It was my seeing that expression, caught in your gait that led to my writing. I knew that it was your longing for me. You were lovelorn when I met you and I knew that you would always love me. Despite that, I behaved as I did not knowing that you would discover my infidelity. Not, truly, considering the consequences of my actions.
There is no one in my life, presently. There is only, the memories of you, and what was long ago. I have not forgotten. Maybe, you...have not forgotten, too? If so, meet me. Come to the cafe tomorrow. You will have my full attention and I promise that no one will come between us.
If, this sounds appealing to your heart then take the risk. Meet me. The cafe, tomorrow. Wear the black skirt, the black foundation bra, and tight white blouse. Make sure to leave the top three buttons undone for me. I always loved seeing your full cleavage on display.
Please wear the shear black lace stockings and the black pumps that you liked. Those were the sexiest shoes I ever saw you wear and I would like to see you wear them again. We can eat, have a drink, and by that time the sun should be setting. After which we can stroll hand in hand through the park.
You recall what happens in the park, right? The first time we took a walk in the park, I remember what you were wearing except you had no stockings that night. Just the g-string panties. The outfit that I just mentioned. We walked hand in hand as the sun was setting and there were other couples scattered about hand in hand.
Then, we stopped by the fountain and you took a deep drink. I was facing the direction from which we had come and thats when you wrapped your arms around my waist and then you allowed one hand to drop and cover my crotch. You began to grab me and you worked me into a frenzied state.
I wanted to fuck you right then and there. But there were too many pedestrians in the area with children. You began to giggle, grabbing my hand and leading me at a fast trot through the trees to a somewhat secluded spot that was isolated, perfectly suiting our needs. Yet, I knew, instantly, you knew the way without hesitation.
Meaning you had been here before, with another. That saddened me to know. To know that others had sampled your flesh in this stolen manner outdoors, hungrily desiring the satisfaction of ones needs. I followed, wanting you, needing your attention.
Your eyes, your smile, your voice, all had seduced me. There was no letting go of your hand. You laughed a manic type of laugh as we zig zagged our way to the grassy area amongst the trees.
I followed you til you stopped and then playfully, seductively, you placed your hands on a tree, leaned forward extending your ass making it prominently on display. Your flesh was exciting to see, and your eyes had that *quot;come hither and fuck me*quot; look.
*quot;Take off my panties, and kiss me.*quot; Lifting up your skirt, revealed the flesh, of your ass. Your g-string, hiding the vaginal cavity, and anus. Your flesh was covered in goose bumps. Leaning forward, I gave your ass some strokes of my tongue across them, and you moaned, slightly. I wanted to ram you at that very moment but knew, ladies come first.
Gently, slowly, I used both hands to pull your g-string down your legs. Your legs were inviting, and so was your pussy. You spread your legs in anticipation of what was to...come. So, a few more kisses on the ass cheeks which began to start the fire down below, and then after kneeling I used my hands to widen your ass cheek allowing the full vaginal cavity to be displayed.
Such bahis siteleri beauty! Your wetness was visible and I sampled it lovingly, hungrily. This excited you to no end. Which led to my excitement rising harder in me. Our passionate responses urged on the other. Your moans resulted in my tongue nibbling, kissing, pressing upon the clitoris, generating the results that I wanted so very much to hear.
Moans of delight. Yes, then the moans turned to animal like grunting and the biggest turn on of all. Dirty talk. Out right raw, vile, and vulgar. There was no lady like attitude left. The veneer was ripped away violently. You wanted sex, and you made it known.
*quot;Eat my pussy, mother fucker. Eat it. Fucking eat it, and don't stop or I'll kill you, bitch.*quot; Yeah, that was only the beginning. The words became more raw, louder, and then you became more aggressive. Turning around, lifting one leg up, and propping it a foot off the ground on a stump, giving excellent access to your soaking wet cunt.
Your eyes were on fire, evidence of the heat running amok down below between your legs. Your grunting was more pronounced and then your hips began to gyrate, and you grabbed my ears and you face fucked me. Literally, face fucked me.
As I recall...your verbiage was pretty much like this at that point. *quot;Mother fucker, I own you. You are mine! I own you. Eat that pussy like you own it...because you do! Fucking eat me and don't stop.*quot; The raw words, your facial features animated as I had never seen in a woman before (or since), and the pain in my ears when you controlled me like a dog.
Your orgasmic state was one to behold as the sweat began to form on your flesh and your pussy juices ran down your upper thighs. My hands grabbed the sweaty flesh of your ass cheeks as I kissed you between the lips, your hands continued to grab me by the ears forcing me to perform cunnilingus, not allowing me to take a break.
Your hips thrust themselves repeatedly into a circular series of movements. Positioning your vaginal cavity exactly where you wanted my tongue. Your voice commanding me to continue, to not give up till you exhausted your need for stimulation.
Fingers and tongue focused on your vaginal cavity doing my best to stimulate that clitoris, to get it where you wanted to be. Minutes passed and I found my self lost to the world. All that existed was your pussy and my desire to make you scream more.
There were no more sirens in the distance, no clanking of the subway trains rolling along, no screams of neighbors yelling at each other. There was only you standing before me, panting, moaning and grunting like a possessed little animal.
My ears hurt from the pulling, as did my scalp from your grabbing my hair and telling me to continue: *quot;don't you fucking stop. Don't even thing about it. Eat me, mother fucker, keep going...*quot; In my mind, I'm thinking there better be a payoff for all of this effort or I'm walking away from this wench.
Ummm, yeah. Without question the payoff was fucking incredible and still is seared in my mind. My hair is matted with sweat, my tongue is exhausted, my neck aches, and I feel a strong need for water. The fountain is just too far away. You stare at me as I rise. Your eyes are intense, full of energy.
We lock our gaze, stare intently into the eyes of the other and say nothing. Your tits, are popped out of your bra and they are gleaming with sweat. They are huge, and beautiful to behold. Your body, in all its contours excites me.
My eyes look back at your exposed tits. They're just too incredible to not look at. You get on your knees and grab my cock, immediately you begin to slide down bahis şirketleri it making the most audible slurping sounds. Yeah, you've done this before. Once, or twice, at least....Yeah, I think so.
You begin to bob up and turn, twisting your mouth as you rise and fall. The slurping sounds. Where did this come from? Did you watch too many pornographic movies or what? No one has ever done this for me before.
You grab it with one hand, you grab it with two. You place both hands on my hips and suck it all the way down. Like...the naughty girl, that I am beginning to discover that you are. Yeah, you are a naughty girl, and I love the fact that I am on the receiving end of the naughtiness at this moment.
The sun has now faded away, the street lights are on. In the distance I can hear the honking cars, and upset drivers yelling at each other. You continue sucking without interruption. You please me, unlike anyone else.
You do it, with passion. You do it, with a sense of the power inherent in your giving this amount of pleasure, and I can see in your eyes, your very naughty eyes that you are fully aware of the control and dominance of this moment.
The fellatio is incredible. I don't want it to end but I want to be inside you. I want to feel the friction of your vaginal walls around me as I push through your tight lips. Tight, and inviting. Tight, inviting, and waiting. Time to indulge, time to please. Time to please, us both.
This is where you went into the L shaped bent over position, hands resting on the tree, legs spread wide, your backside illuminated well enough from the streetlight casting its light towards us, just 50 meters away.
My pants were at my ankles, and I discovered that you were...tight. Very much so. Pushing forward, slowly, working myself inside. Your ass cheeks were a slight bit soft, as I preferred, and I loved holding them, gripping your flesh tight.
Being with you made me harder than normal. Such was the attraction that I felt for you. You brought the greatest amount of pleasure to me with your ways, the pleasure that you rendered without asking for, and the naughty glint that radiated in your eyes.
I recall how pleasurable that first encounter was with you. You were such a woman of strength, mystery, and sexually combustible. Literally, fire emanated from you when ever I was in your company. The moment that we came into proximity of the other, there was a a fire that could not be extinguished until there was a sexual coupling to release the pent up desire.
Thats why I never let go of you emotionally. There was always a desire for you. A hope, that we could come together and once more be, as we once were, not so long ago. Hopefully, all that was, can be, as it was, once more.
The Cranberries, the Irish band, whose lead singer, succumbed to death by her own hand recently, sang a song called, *quot;When You're Gone.*quot; Its a song that makes me think of you. I, have missed you, whether...you believe that or not. I have missed you through the years.
For many reasons I have thought of you. Hungered for you. Wondered whether you were still here, working. Still existing, or truly living? If so, if living happily, was that gaiety ever interrupted by thoughts of me? Did you ever feel your heart ache, longing to be with me once again?
Or, had you sated your sexual appetite with the flesh of many? Perhaps, you had? You always had a need for touch, for attention and devotion. If you needed intimacy, I hope that you had your desires and needs met.
Once again, I am here, wanting you. If you want me, then it is time to come. Don't make me wait. Love commands. If you feel love in your heart for me, then come now, or remain as you are in the life that you lead. If you can't come now, right now, then there is no love, or not enough, to command you.
If that is the case, then I will wait no longer....