Master 
Super Moderator
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 93
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Master
Location: USA
Level: 34 [?]
Experience: 637,337
Next Level: 677,567
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I'd been moping about the house for too long. I knew i had to do something to lift my gain. My Ex (as i had grown accustomed to mentioning her in sparse communicational events) had taken all she could from me and then moved on for greener pastures .. a wider wallet and someone else sucked in by her buttery charm of playing with your heart strings .. I had to remove all memories and artifacts from my place to releive my own mind from the hole left in my heart my life my apartment and my present thoughts for the future.
So today i had made the effort of clearing everything that vaguely reminded me of ever knowing her and ever having been with her.. A huge turnover and many blank boxes of countless objects that we had acquired that she hadn't taken with her sense of value or worth. Box after box went into the skip to be taken to the crusher and incinerated, fitting i thought during the process of clearing and cleansing from a past soon to be forgot ..
I was just throwing the last few boxes into the skip in one last emotional effort when the arse fell out of the last box and letters and photos blew all over the floor. I froze as i realised the contents were of our sexual exploits together stories to eachother of passions and fantasies, elicit photos and lurid pictures of us both in very sensuous positions both private and public. In the process of retrieving the strewn contents i perused the more obvious pictures and contemplated the words written of a fantasy she had asked for us both to perform .. my love and admiration for her then had been to fulfill her every need and experience all that icopuld with her in my life ..
As i was lost in those spatterings of memories and erotic thoughts i sensed someone approach from behind which brought me quickly to my immediate senses and started to regather the remains of spillage. Then the figure that had come close behind me handed a few photos that had fell behind me. I heard in the most beautiful voice, that had me more in a state of shock than surprise, "I'd like to get some of that kind of action" as she handed me the photos of my half clothed Ex bent over a park bench with her open labia dripping cum.
I blushed and couldnt find the words to respond to the sight that bestowed herself before me. Though the longer i paused the more i didnt have to say anything. Holding the photos, hearing this womans voice then seeing her, had my blood rushing from my face into my pants..
She was stunning (literally). She left the images of my Ex in my mind as blank and empty pages to be refilled anew with everything i could absorb from this one moment with this woman of all possible women to enter any mans life after a good cleansing session.
She was clothed in soft cotton mid brown pants and light blue T shirt with an Azure blue open buttoned vest that seemed to encase her full yet steady chest while lightening her tanned facial structure, as her sun streaked light brown hair cascaded around her face just off her shoulders like a stream of water in constant motion playing with the sunlight and the reflected lights from her shirt and vest.
I hadnt noticed at first though she was carrying a small bag prepared for the skip and she had no footwear on that showed faintly panted toe nails in an orange tan colour. My Bulge was growing and i was fighting inside to master my embarrasing erection and the thoughts she had seen the photos i had dropped to the floor. Still ringing in my ears the words she had said and my next move.
All i could do though was move aside as she stepped towards the skip to deposit her bag. I was still stunned to the same spot as she stepped back past me and slapped my backside saying "Well ? ".
Hundreds of thoughts had filled my mind in those short moments and so few seconds had passed in her movements and statements that i found myself not knowing my next available option. The slap to my backside brought back a reactionary response to her previous request in blurting "Would you need photographic evidence of experience or just the actuality ?"
With that she half turns through her next step to show she is undoing her pants button and looks me straight in the face saying " the actuality begins when you finish here what you started and move me like you used to move your Ex".
Two seconds later i was dropping the last of history into the skip and stepping up along side my new life experience partner for as long as that would be for, then i did not know and still to this day i havent looked back to count.
As i reach her side i ask her if she is serious or is she playing on my emotional lowpoint .. she just says " Life has many experiences much more pleasurable than heart ache or great sex, though right now my body, my mind, my thoughts and my friend need great sex .." as she grabs my hand and stuffs it into the opening of her pants while we walk the last few yards to her doorway. She didn't reach the door except to brace herself in a bending fashion with her pants around her ankles while i pushed the sperm i had in storage between the petals of her love glove.
Our first encounter was fast spontaneous flirtatious passionate and heart lifting and in the after throws of climax we shared so much trust and truths that we are still loving all of lifes experiences for the future to come together, seperate and apart from or with eachother.
Now when i look back on my memories i see that all my fantasies were fulfilled by one woman in one sexual encounter that hasnt stopped from the first steps we took together leaving history behind...
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