Maze Mariela was left lying on the bed. Seconds ago there was experienced one of the strongest orgasms she could remembe

Maze Mariela was left lying on the bed. Seconds ago there was experienced one of the strongest orgasms she could remember since she got married. A combination of desire and lust completely invaded her as she recreated the moment. and almost without wanting to, he became excited again. Her legs moved sensually to feel the touch of the sheet and turning her body like a baby playing in her bed, he began to caress himself. His hands began to move in a ritual already known and practiced since adolescence. Her nipples became hard and each part of him seemed to take control of his actions independently. Mariela moaned softly. Her erect nipples were crying out for a mouth that would lick That he would suck them, that he would fill them with bites. Mariela dreams awake and in that crazy dream he appears, almost unknown lover who, miles away, managed to put her in the peak of his excitement. Like a powerful aphrodisiac, your mind shoots images every crazier time. His hands move incessantly, walking slowly along his neck. In where she is sure that her almost lover would deposit one of her first kisses. Perhaps the first in a long succession. The hands go down to her breasts tickles, she feels them, she feels them, Mariela goes through the path that takes her to a paradise of ecstasy. He masturbates for her. To feel good. her clitoris palpitates and Mariela presses her pelvis against the mattress, she is face down and her legs navigate the path of passion. Mariela imagines as she imagined, she does a while with the phone in his hand and his almost lover on the other end of the line who It was full of man. That being unknown except for his voice was there. Caressing her, kissing her, opening all the ways to penetrate her wherever she and he wish it. His finger reaches the clitoris and Mariela's moans are transform into wild screams. Hot female, slut and princess in a world of fantasies that is of intercourse, but beyond his thoughts he transforms. Sensuality in its purest form. His eyes were half-closed, like moments ago, his mouth ajar through which the tip of the tongue escapes as the moisture slowly passes through for his lips in need of kisses. She is there without being able or wanting to understand a lot of what happens. Her almost unknown and remote lover gave her an orgasm by phone. "What a crazy thing" one of her friends will say when she finds out. "How cold" another will say, "I prefer contact", "mmm interesting" a third will say to the know it. None of the three will be wrong, but neither will they fully understand. fully what it means. It is the era of communications, of the Internet and greater sexual freedom. Globalization has generated a somewhat strange exchange in aspects where the mind operates as a powerful and magical aphrodisiac. Mariela masturbates like she masturbated a while ago when she On the other side of the line someone shared that intimate moment of sexuality. "Tell me what you would do to me if you were here" the woman asked. her almost lover and he places the images of an act one by one on her mind. He imagines it on the other end of the phone. His hard member, his red eyes, his panting breathing. An act that will never be equal to the real one, but that will never will compete to do so because they both share the limbo of sexuality without trouble. Mariela caresses her clitoris and forgetting everything, she surrenders to her lust. He writhes with pleasure. He curls up into a ball and stretches. All your skin is safe contact for passion. His legs move more and more. Your fingers, before in the clitoris, now they penetrate the vagina as if they penetrated her almost lover. Mariela is about to explode. In his crazy little head his lover makes him love like never before. Mariela explodes into an orgasm like before did on the phone. A succession of beautiful and full screams. as if asking air. As if he had been holding his breath for centuries. your whole body explodes. Mariela flies to her corner of the universe where it is light, where it is freedom and joy. Silence. Sighs. Mariela returns from the trip and stays there. Relaxed, happy in your private moment This is a great thing about communications. Mariela will return to her routine. Your son, your job. Her husband and their deteriorated relationship. Life pushed her to look for sweetness in other arms which I couldn't get there. His lover. Yes, Mariela has a real lover. It's not miles away distance. They see each other when they can and when they can't, they want to by email, by chat, or by phone She met him, like her almost lover, in the same place. On the Internet. Common place where today people seek refuge seeking to cover their deficiencies finding friends, loves (or almost lovers) People who socialize there because of the shyness that prevents them from doing so elsewhere. (It's much easier say things when you don't have the other person in front of you) Maybe your situation marriage leaves them no other path than that bridge that extends to other in the same situation. Others with the ability to understand what they feel. Maybe because they feel comfortable in that virtual world that brings them closer to other lives or just because their times have been limited and they have no room left for a bar, a disco or a restaurant with friends. Perhaps for many other things that each one understands or not and keeps deep inside It's not bad if there are no excesses. Not bad if balanced. Mariela and her almost lover every now and then give each other an orgasm of telephone desire or virtual with the promise of seeing each other sometime to specify what on the plane of The fantasy was consummated a while ago. They feel, from there, related to that. They stimulate fantasy and libido. That's not enough but there is her lover, the real one. with that satisfies his thirst for love, for sex, for tenderness. Leather His almost lover has a wife from whom he claims what he does not has. He has a lover with whom he gets what he is denied. He has Mariela with who shares the most intimate and personal. A tangled life. A labyrinth from which you seek to get as close as possible to happiness like everyone J. JOMICEF@HOTMAIL.COMJO_MI_CE@YAHOO.ES