Lonely Masturbator Story 12- Put It In

Without further delay, Let's begin this week's episode. Detail Productions presents the Lonely Masturbator Story twelve. Please put it in. I survived a close call with Brab the Butcher and was grateful that I did to ensure I wouldn't find myself in a similar situation. They're only having sex in the backseat of my car. I opted to stay home the entire week. I chose self pleasure until it was time for Gonzalo and I could be together again. The evening was finally upon us as he arrived promptly at

seven point thirty. I had prepared another authentic Mexican dish, as my house smelled a combination of spicy food perfect, and my hot internal hormones exuding out of my body. Gonzamo came into my home as the arrival wrapped the evening with anticipation. The memory of our last felt attempt hung in the air, mingling with the aromatic spices of Mexican dishes that I had prepared. Despite our best efforts

to move past it, the awkward mislingered. The tension was stick pulsating between us like an electric current as we both grappled with our unfulfilled desires and the fear of another disappointment. Gonzalo's eyes kept darting towards me, filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. I could see the struggle with enem the battle between his lightness and the

primal urge to act on his desires. His gaze would linger on my curves, tracing the lines of my body before he would catch himself and then quickly look away as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The atmosphere in the home was charged, the heavy air with anticipation and unspoken words. The breathtaking view of class beads stretched out before us, the soft crashing of the waves against the shore providing

a soothing backdrop to our tense interaction. The spices and flavors intermingling with the heaty scent of my perfume created a sensory overload that only heightened sexual tension between us. Despite our hesitancy, the pull between us was undern We circled each other, engaging in polite conversation while the undercurrent of sexual tension threatened to consume us. The memory of our past failure loomed, a reminder of the wrists we

face in pursuing our intimacy once again. Yet the longing in our eyes and the electricity crackling between us hinted at the possibility of a second chance, impending an opportunity to explore the connection we both so desperately craved. May I join you on the sofa, he politely asked, as my heart beat increased and my pussy moistened. We hope you're enjoying the show and hopefully enjoying yourself. All listening the second quick break and resumed festivities after these messages.

This is Sex Time Stories. I am your host, Maximum Jones. We will continue with this story, but first we need to offer a quick disclaimer. This episode contains graphic, explicit sexual content that is intended for an audience of adults only, but your audience is over the age of eighteen years and up. For our episodes here on sex Time Stories. We can be reached at our email and that is sex time Stories at outlook dot com. If you have any questions or comments, you can also help us produce

our sex stories by contributing to our show. For just two dollars a month, you can become a pain subscriber and supporter to sex Time Stories. You also gain access to bonus content such as babysitters Diary episodes before they air for the general public. Please consider this and your generosity will be appreciated. All right, if you're ready, let's go ahead and conclude this episode. As Gonzalo finally settled beside me on the sofa, my heart raced with anticipation.

This was the closest we had been all night, and the proximity was both exhilarating and terrifying. The heat of my body radiated towards me, his masculine set wrapping around me like a seductive embrace. Every nerve ending in my body tingled with awareness, attuned to his presence, My breast became labored as his sty brushed against mine. The innocent contact sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. I could feel the tension coiling within me, a delicious ache

that pulsated between my legs. The desire to close the remaining distance between us was overwhelming, yet I remained still paralyzed by the fear of making the first move. The energy continued to crackle with intensity, the unspoken passing between our bodies like a silent conversation. In that moment, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a bubble of anticipation and desire. Grabbed my hands, looked into my eyes and said, you're

so beautiful. I'm so glad we've had the second chance, and I'm so ready to get serious with you. Then he asked, do you know what I thought about the whole time I didn't see you? I answered honestly, not pretending I didn't want to hear it. Then he clarified that he was referring to me before he could voice, but he had been yearning to tell me. His fingers tenderly grabbed my face as his lips met mine with

a fever that set my soul on fire. In that moment, time ceased to exist and the room melted away, leaving only the two of us and a kiss that was both a promise and a revelation, a long awaited result of the pasturing simmering behind the surface. I surrendered to the electric pool, allowing myself to be swept away by the intense connection that had been teasing us all night long. I melted with his kiss as my body heated up and I felt tingles of pleasure and nervousness, all at

the same time. The intense warmth surged through me, tigling with both ecstasy and delicious uncertainty. My thoughts evaporated like the morning miss, leaving me bare and vulnerable, yet thrillingly alive. Unlike several evenings ago, when lust and desperation overcame me, this evening was filled with love and passion, leading to the perfect fantasy that every woman imagines for her first time.

I could relax and enjoy the moment's pleasure without fear of regret, as I was ready for Gonzalo to take as much or as little as he wished. I wanted him to enter my world and stay as long as he could. Can we go in your bedroom, he asked. I nodded my head as he grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. As I slowly ascended upstairs, each step felt like a monumental milestone on my journey

towards intimacy. The anticipation of what awaited me in the bedroom above set a thrill down my spine, mingling with the nerves that fluttered in my stomach. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the culmilation of years of longing and desire, finally come into frutition with the de man that I had fantasized about for so long.

The memory of our previous encounter lingered in the back of my mind, the fear of another anxiety induced blackout threatening to overshadow the excitement that coursed through my veins. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding of my heart and to tremble in my limbs. I knew the device thatdcumbed to my fears I would miss out on an opportunity to experience the passion and connection I'd so desperately craved and knead it as I reached the top of the stairs, I couldn't help but reflect

on the past thirty three years of my life. The countless times had come close to giving myself to someone, only to pull back at the last moment, saving myself for the right person. And now, as I stood at the cusp of the moment, I felt a sense of gratitude that I had waited for someone, a man who captured my heart and ignited a fire within me like no other. The anticipation was heavy in the air as I approached the bedroom door, my hand trembling as I

reached for the handle. The knowledge that I was about to give myself to Gonzalo, who I had desired for so long, sent a wave of emotion crashing over me. Excitement, fear, and an overwhelming set of rightness mingled all together, creating a heady cocktail that left me breathless with anticipation and dizzy for the moment. We hope you're enjoying the show and hopefully enjoying yourself. All listening the second quick break and resumed festivities after these messages. Right, this is Sex

Time Stories. I am your host, Maximum Jones. We will continue with this story, but first we need to offer a quick disclaimer. This episode contains graphic, explicit sexual content that is intended for an audience of adults only, but your audience is over the age of eighteen years and up. For our episodes here on sex Time Stories, we can be reached at our email and that is sex time Stories at outlook dot com. If you have any questions or comments, you can also help us produce our sex

stories by contributing to our show. For just two dollars a month, you can become a pain subscriber and supporter to sex Time Stories. You also gain access to bonus content such as Babysitters Diary episodes before they air for the general public. Please consider this and your generosity will be appreciated. All right, if you're ready, let's go ahead and conclude this episode. Gonzalo gently laid me onto bed,

his eyes locked unmind the entire time. In his gaze, I could see the hunger and passion him finally indulging in something he had perhaps thought about just as long as I had. As he removed his shirt, my body trembled. I took my top off, watching his eyes immediately drawn to my heart and nipples. The moment his eyes found them, he frantically tugged at his pants, quickly unzipping them and dropping his underwear to the floor with them. His fully

erect cock pointed directly at me. His eyes intensified. As I removed my skirt, leaving only my panties on. I reached for his cock, but he brushed my hand away instead, taking his mouth to my breast. He gently sucked on each nipple while his hands explored the rest of my body. Being touched by him again felt so incredible. The passion and how he treated my body was the stark contrast to how Brad the butcher palled at me like a

piece of meat. Gonzala was treating me like a smooth piece of clay that he was molding into a beautiful sculpture, taking his time and making sure every curve was worked on. I already felt the need to climax off his touch alone. It was so amazing, as this man was a true romantic. I felt his mouth moved downward and eagerly anticipated his next move. He quickly removed my panties, setting them aside as he took a quick glance at my vagina. Ready

and wanted him so badly. He started kissing all around my inner diyhes, his hot breasts teasing me with their heat on my outer vaginal lips. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted his mouth on it, his tongue caress in my most sensitive areas, and he knew it. With surgical position, he built up to anticipation, ensuring that every moment of my first time would be unforgettable. It was so clear that he cherished my body and wanted me to feel beautiful inside and out, and I did.

He abruptly stopped teasing and began delicately licking my pussy, slowly dragging his tongue from top to bottom as I quivered with pleasure. Took his time, spending what felt like an eternity, thoroughly licking every inch inside and out, savoring the moment. He seemed to instinctively know that another man had been there recently and wanted to show me the proper way to pleasure a woman. To erase any memory I had of that encounter, he skillfully ate my pussy,

focusing his tongue on my clet. The pressure of his tongue combined with the added sensation of his finger entering me was so stimulating. You taste so good, he whispered to me as he continued to work all areas of my vagina. When you explode, I'm going to be down there to take it all in so I can taste you and have a part of you inside of me before I put myself inside of you, he whispered off of those words alone. I wanted to climax as I felt as good as I could, both emotionally and physically.

It didn't take me long to have an orgasm. As he grabbed my hips and pushed his face deep into my exploding pussy and then go down as much as he could. Gonzala wanted to give me time to feel the pleasure of this orgasm, so he got behind me and spooned me with this hard cock pressing against my ass. Then he made his move. I was so ready to take a man inside me after all these years. Are you ready to feel me inside you? He asked, as

I said what I've been wanting to say for so long. Yes, he smiled slowly as he took another look at my body, gently opening my legs and reassuring me if this hurts too much at any point, just let me know and I'll stop. I want you to feel good and not be in pain. He then positioned himself on top of me and we exchanged smiles as I closed my eyes, waiting eagerly. It was so beautiful, fall so perfect. I could feel his cock against my vaginal opening, ready to enter.

Because I was a virgin and did very little physical activity, my hole was tight, super tight. He continued to press against my opening and I felt his big cock pressing hard to try to get in. I felt the pressure and closed my eyes as his cock was a mere seconds away from busting my vagina wide open and taking away what I had held for so long. He was having a hard time putting his big cock into the tiny opening of my wet pussy. He was trying to remain gentle, and he was, but now he had a

physical need to penetrate me. As careful and gentle as he was being, I could start to feel the frustration that is big cock couldn't bust through my tiny hole. Then it happened again. After several attempts to push through my opening, I felt his cock softening. It kept trying to push through, trying to get in before his cock became completely soft. I knew he was getting frustrated because I myself was getting anxious. I started to start kissing him on the neck and whispered to him, I want

to suck your cock. I proceeded to jack him off. While sucking his cock, it would get hard again, but didn't immediately go limp. I did everything I could to hide my frustrations to not add to his. He wanted to fuck me, and the feelings of inadequacy that we both felt was starting to become overwhelming. I continue to suck his cock and play with it. As much as we both tried, it just wasn't happening. I whispered to him, it's okay, let's take a break and cuddle. We can

continue in a little bit. He lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling. I imagine what he was thinking. I laid my head on his shoulder, gazing at the ocean waves hidden the shore. Although I was disappointed because my body truly needed him, that feeling subsided and it was replaced by gratitude for even being in the position to be with a man like him. We continue cuddling, both of us hoping for the best. We hope you're enjoying the show and hopefully enjoying yourself. All listening the

second quick break and resumed festivities after these messages. This is sex Time Stories. I am your host, Maximum Jones. We will continue with this story, but first we need to offer a quick disclaimer. This episode contains graphic explicit sexual content that is intended for an audience of adults only, but sure audience is over the age of eighteen years and up. For our episodes here on sex Time Story Worries. We can be reached at our email and that is

sex Time Stories at outlook dot com. If you have any questions or comments, you can also help us produce our sex stories by contributing to our show. For just two dollars a month, you can become a pain, subscriber and supporter to sex Time Stories. You also gain access to bonus content such as Babysitters Diary episodes before they air for the general public. Please consider this and your generosity will be appreciated. All right, if you're ready, let's

go ahead and conclude this episode. We tried everything to get him aroused again, but it wasn't meant to be. He sensed my disappointment and didn't want to leave me unsatisfied, even though the orgasm he provided earlier was more than satisfactory, despite the disappointment of not being penetrated. I'm sorry, I don't know why this is happening, he said. I smiled and held him tight and reassured him that it was

totally fine. I was happy just being with him in bed and thrilled that our relationship was progressing to this level. When the time was right for it to happen, naturally, it would. He unexpectedly turned me around and laid me on my back. He began kissing my neck, slowly working his way down to my breast, where my nipples were still hard. He took three fingers and gently slid them into my vagina, slowly moving them in and out while keeping his mouth on my nipples, alternating between them both.

I had planned to pleasure myself once he left for the evening, but this was even better. Now, instead of masturbating alone, I could lay back, relax and let someone else give me pleasure, administerating the stimulation that I so badly craved. Gonzalo, the man who captured my heart, skillfully pleasured my body. His gentle caressness and passionate kisses united a fire within me, his fingers gliding across my most sensitive areas in rhythm as he lavished attention onto my breast.

This was the man I had been waiting for, and the man who could satisfy my deepest desires and made me feel cherished and adored. He made me feel emotionally secure also, which was crucial because I had been questioning if I was the reason he couldn't maintain an erection and penetrate my TYPEE. I wondered if he even found me attractive, I desirable enough. However, this unexpected masturbation session and the way he treated my body reassured me that

that was not the issue. My pussy started to tremble as I felt the surge of liquid shooting out of it once again. As I reached another orgasm. Gonzalo ended up spending the night. We tried again the next morning, but it was the same situation. His cock would get hard enough to slightly penetrate my virgin pussy, but as we progress, it would go limp. We tried again every Friday and Saturday evening for the next three weeks. The result was the same. I continued to be understanding, but honestly,

at this point, sexual frustration was kicking in. I was heated up and I needed a cock in my vagina sooner rather than later. He announced that it would be out of town for three weeks, tending to his mother. During this time, I would not see him on his mail route are personally at my home. This was the worst time possible for this to happen, as my primal urges were seeping into the out of control level. For the next three weeks, I would need to resort to

extreme masturbation to manage these urges. They were causing me concentration issues and improper thoughts, so I really needed to get this under control to keep things fresh and exciting. I prepared by ordering some new products that I would employ into my extreme masturbation. I needed to take my masturbation techniques to a new level I had never explored before, and this was in order to avoid acting on any impeer or irrational thoughts that I was starting to have.

I was emotionally content, satisfied to Gonzalo found me attractive and desired me his performance. Anxiety, which had always plagued them before important events, was to culprit behind his difficulty penetrating my type vagina. Having dealt with anxiety myself, I understood his struggle and felt supportive Emotionally. I was in a good place, knowing that this issue had nothing to do with me physically other than my pussy being too tight. On the other hand, sexually, my hormones and my body

were abandoned me. I was heated up due to the recent close encounters. They had all been in such a short period of time that my body was not used to be in tempted in this way. In the past, my extreme masturbation had satisfied me for my thirty years plus to the point where I could avert the over stimulating need to get fucked. I realized stough that I would have to go to something new, as these masturbation techniques would no longer be effective to help gain control

over my mind and body. I decided to incorporate the mind stimulating fruits and vegetables from the grocery store into my routine. I wanted to get in and out of that store quickly to avoid Brad the butcher. I was embarrassed and wanted nothing to do with him. I had a man that I loved, who I believe was falling in love with me. Brad, a married and despicable man, had no place in my life. I couldn't believe how close I had come to making the biggest mistake ever

by allowing him to have his way with me. It would have cost me the opportunity to develop what I was building with Gonzalo. I got out of the grocery store without interacting with Brad, as a different butcher was handling the meats today. I made my way to the car and loaded my groceries, and that's when I heard a voice I did not want to. Hey, sweetie, I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been, Brad? The butcher asked, I've been good, Brad, Thanks for asking,

I responded. He smiled at me in an uncomfortable way, by puffing on his cigarette. I couldn't explain why, but the way he looked at me was turning me on, despite the fact that I found him repulsive. The more I tried to ignore him and this feeling, the more I could not. The seconds it took to get my groceries into the car seemed to stretch into minutes. I knew I needed to get away from him quickly because I was vulnerable. I was craving intimacy on that night.

I would have let him take me in this very back seat that I was put in my groceries in. He was all wrong for me. I had a man who loved me waiting at home. I had to finish loading these groceries and leave as soon as possible. Inside I was crying because my mind was slipping and given in too lust and desire. I closed my door as I finished loading my groceries in. He then stepped between me and my driver's side door and smiled. The wife being kids will be out of town next weekend. That

means I'll have the house to myself. You know where I live. Why don't you come over next time Saturday night and I can give it to you in the way that you have been wanting to get it, he said with a nasty smile. As soon as he stepped out of my way, I got into my car and

drove off as fast as possible. I knew he wouldn't be able to see it, but I felt self conscious as my panties had became soaked the moment I was close to him, again, my thoughts raced torn between what I knew I shouldn't do, but what I knew I desperately wanted. I craved my extreme masturbation more than ever, but I had a fear that I had reached a point where nothing else would suffice except the very thing I needed to avoid the most. All Right, everyone, This

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