I met Gustavo at a public event. As we are both athletes, we both knew who the other was, despite never having spoken or crossed paths. That night, that changed. We exchanged a few words, and that was when my desire grew.

I start there because, at the same time as I began to desire him right then and there, my boyfriend was waiting for me at home.

At the end of the event, I went home and, when Santiago opened the door for me, I did not even wait for him to speak. I gave him that look of a woman who knows what she wants, and what I wanted was for him to kiss me. In truth, at that very moment, I did not want to be kissed by him, but by Gustavo. I had to take control of the situation, when all I wanted was for it to be the other way round. I moved closer to him and closed the door behind me, grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt so that he would not pull away, and gently ran my tongue over his lower lip, until I felt his breathing quicken. I dragged him towards the wall behind him, but in my imagination what was happening was very different from reality.

The images running through my mind were of Gustavo pressing me against the wall and kissing me, then turning me around so that my back was to him. Still against the wall, he would slide one hand inside my top and touch my nipples, gently but firmly, making me feel even wetter.

Meanwhile, I had already dragged my boyfriend to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed, undressing on the way, while I imagined Gustavo undressing me with his other hand and, afterwards, wetting his fingers in his mouth and touching me, preparing me for what was to come. When I sat on top of Santiago and felt him enter me, Gustavo, in my imagination, would be entering me in the same position we were still in, while gently touching my clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body and whispering in my ear that he had wanted to feel me ever since the first time he saw me.

- “Does it feel good?” - I woke from my trance to Santiago's voice in my ear. We were already lying sideways on the bed, with my back to him, my left leg wrapped around him and pulling him deeper inside me, with him touching me in exactly the right place.

I had to moan, because the pleasure was immense. Because of what I was experiencing there with Santiago, but also because of what sex with Gustavo, in my imagination, was making me feel. I tried to focus on my boyfriend, looking at him, but the only person I could see and wanted inside me was Gustavo, a man I thought was completely unattainable. And perhaps that was why I desired him so much.

Months passed without me thinking of him again or having sexual desires involving him in my head. However, one day we started exchanging messages and it all came back again, even stronger.

The first time I went to his house, I knew what I was going there for. We had been together before, kissed, and realised it was not going to be a one-time thing. However, this is not a love story, but one of passion, heat, desire, physical love, and the truth is that we expressed our love through sex and I will tell you this: I had never made love like that before, so incredibly pleasurable and sensual.

That first time, we started kissing as soon as I walked through the door. We lay down on the sofa and I quickly took off his T-shirt. I was eager to see his body. He took off my blouse, which I had tucked into my trousers, and began lifting it up, while undoing my bra with his other hand and taking it off.

- “You have such a beautiful tummy!!!” - he said, as he looked at it and languidly ran his fingers over my skin.

Before I knew it, he was already licking my nipples and undoing the button of my trousers and, a few minutes later, we were both naked, kissing hungrily and wanting more.

- “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”

He got up and took my hand so I could follow him. He sat on the bed and I sat on top of him and, before he entered me, he simply held me and whispered in my ear:

- “I don’t think I want to make love to you just once.”

I could not reply, because he took hold of me, laid me on the bed and entered me. I have to say that I had never had anything so big inside me as I did that time, and I think I became addicted to it. He grabbed my arms and held them above my head so that I could not move and, as he moved in and out of me, he kissed my lips, neck and ears.

Then I asked him to touch me while he penetrated me. He got up, licked his fingers and did exactly what I had asked. There were moments when he moved more slowly, to torture me, and I, lying there looking at him, became aroused simply by noticing the way he was savouring the pleasure he was having with me. In those moments, he would breathe deeply and, when he moaned, he would let his head fall back, close his eyes and leave his mouth slightly open.

There were moments when he moved faster and then he looked at me, spat on my clitoris and began touching me faster too. And it was during one of those moments that I began to feel immense pleasure running through my body and told him I was going to come. Seconds later, he came at the same time as me.

At the end, he pulled out of me and lay down beside me. And, in that moment, I knew it would not be the only time we would make love.


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