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It was a melancholy fuck; if there can be such a thing. It was also intense and passionate.Ivy was on her back in her bed. The little white silk robe she’d put on after her shower was wide open. There was nothing modest about it anyway. The fabric couldn’t hide her big, bouncing tits as walked about the kitchen making breakfast. I was amazed I had patience enough to finish my coffee and a bagel.It was Sunday morning. We’d spent most of the past thirty-six hours in bed. We talked. We napped. We kissed. We touched one another. And we fucked so many times that I’d lost count. Friday night had been frenzied. She’d lit some incense and candles to set the mood. But we were quickly overcome with lust. We’d been building to that moment for months.Today, there is hardly anyone reading erotica online. There’s hardly anyone reading anything that’s not mobile-friendly and consumable in ten-minute chunks. In 2004 I could post a free fiction story and get 20,000 readers. Today it’s unlikely to get a tenth of that. And none of them are women under forty. Ivy and I started chatting in 2002. I wrote erotic stories. She liked to read them. We exchanged emails. We chatted online. At some point, we developed feelings for one another. At least she developed feelings about me. And I was curious about her. So I got in my car and drove through four states to visit her in the small town where she’d grown up. A few hours later we were in her bed. She wasn’t the first woman I’d met online. But the other two experiences had been purely sexual. There was something else with Ivy. She was sweet and funny and beautiful. We had fucked. Then Ivy confessed she might be falling for me. We fucked some more and I realized I might be falling for her, as well.By Saturday morning there was a change to our dynamic. We weren’t just two people attracted to one another having a good time. We knew we were into one another. The sex was still vigorous, but there was something else. There was passion. I felt a need to make Ivy cum and to cum with her. We ordered in food so we didn’t have to leave the house. We half-watched a movie. But mostly we just flirted and talked about our lives and said sweet things to one another. I could not believe such an amazing woman was single. Ankara bayan escort On top of the great personality, she was stunning. She had an athletic, petite build with big tits and long, fair hair. I couldn’t keep my hands off Ivy. Or my lips. We kissed constantly. We fucked in every position and in multiple rooms of the house she shared with her vacationing mother.But Sunday morning was the missionary position. The most memorable missionary fuck of my life. Ivy had gotten a little emotional that morning after an intense early morning fuck. I had to be at work on Monday. I had a very long drive ahead of me. And we didn’t know when we would see one another again. I was trying to be upbeat, but I felt the same way about things. I’d never done the long-distance thing and it worried me. On top of that, she lived with her mother. If I visited when she was there, we would have to sleep in different bedrooms. We couldn’t just fuck all night. And we both knew that’s what we’d want if we were apart for a few days.I pushed all that aside for our last hour together. After breakfast, I lifted up my petite lover and carried her to the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I took her right to the bed. I spread her legs and got between them.“Untie your robe,” I said. “Show me those beautiful tits.”She did exactly as she was told. Her panties her pastel blue with lace trim. I hooked my fingers in the band and pulled them down her pale white legs. I kissed my face up from her knee to her freshly shaved pussy.Her outer lips were bright pink and swollen. I swirled my tongue in them. I licked her up and down. I pushed one finger in. She moaned. I added a second finger and tongued her clit. “You’re so good at that,” she whispered. “Because I want your pussy to belong to me, Ivy.”“It’s already yours,” she answered. “It’s yours.”I took my time. I wanted that last fuck to last forever. Ivy wriggled and squirmed in the bed. I got her off with my hands. She begged me to fuck her.“Make love to me,” she pleaded. “I need you in me one more time.”But I wasn’t ready yet. My cock was throbbing, but I wanted her to cum again. It felt so intimate with my face between her thighs. I worked Escort bayan Ankara her back up to the edge. Then slowed down. She ran her fingers in my hair. She moaned my name. She played with her own tits.I brought her to the edge again. But stopped just short. She squeezed my head tight in her thighs. He drove her pussy into my face. I put two fingers back in and fucked her to orgasm.We kissed tenderly. I hovered above her. She could taste her pussy on my lips. We kept our eyes open. And I fucked her slowly. “I am yours,” she kept saying. “My pussy is yours. My mind. My entire body.” Neither of us even blinked. “I want you to be mine,” she sighed. “I want you to fall for me. I want this to be all the time. You on top of me. Your cock deep inside me.”The rhythm increased.“You make me cum. You make me cum so easily. I belong to you.”Her body trembled. She climaxed. I sped up. I wanted to cum with her. My cock spasmed and I unloaded. I filled her pussy for what seemed like the twentieth time in just a couple of days.I put off departing for as long as I could. I didn’t get home until midnight and had to work the next morning. I should have been exhausted, but I was still riding the high from our weekend.The next few weeks were more of a roller coaster. We sent emails to one another during the day. We chatted at night. We talked on the phone. A couple of times we tried to masturbate together, but it wasn’t the same as before meeting in person.I wanted to be with Ivy, but I didn’t want a long-distance girlfriend. I tried to convince myself it was only sex. She was beautiful and fun, but I could find someone closer who didn’t have a conservative, overbearing mother. I could find someone who had a job and could travel and could split a bottle of wine in a restaurant. Then we would talk and I would realize I was kidding myself. I’d get off the phone and feel happy some nights because she made me feel that. Other nights I’d feel sad because talking on the phone was a poor substitute for lying next to her and kissing her. We argued a little. I wanted her to come and stay with me, but she didn’t know how to tell her mother she was involved with a guy she’d met online who lived four states away. I Bayan escort Ankara thought she should just be honest, but that was easy for me to think because I lived alone and didn’t have to let anyone know what I was up to. “We just have to wait,” she kept saying. “It’s kind of romantic. Like a novel. Two people who belong together and can’t be.”“This isn’t Hemingway,” I told her one night. “You’re not a nurse and I’m not away at war. There is nothing stopping us from seeing one another. I’d come to see you. You can come to see me. I’ll fly you down if you don’t want to drive. We are treading water right now and we are going to drown.”That comment made her cry a little. She came up with a plan after that. An older cousin lived in a college town that was a few hours north of my place. They weren’t very close, but they were family. Ivy convinced her mom that she wanted to stay with her cousin and check out the college. Her plan had always been to transfer after her sophomore year.She was honest with her cousin, Jan, about her intentions. Jan was supportive. She said that Ivy could visit and I could meet her there, as long as I slept on the couch. She offered to show Ivy around the school since she had gone there and she thought it would be cool if Ivy actually decided to transfer. The town was a four-hour drive from my place. I went to work early that morning so I could finish by 3 and get on the road. Although it turned out that I couldn’t focus on work at all and just watched the clock all day. For weeks I’d been worried about the future and longevity of the relationship, but on that day I was only excited. I was antsy the whole ride. I dreaded having to spend time with Ivy’s cousin. I didn’t know if I’d be able to keep my hands off her.Ivy left directly after class and arrived in town before me. She called my crappy Sony Ericsson cellphone while I was driving. I had a Salt’n’Peppa polyphonic ringtone. It was the most ridiculous thing I could find at the time.“Let’s meet somewhere before we go to Jan’s house,” she said. “Like dinner?” “I was thinking we could just make out a little. Then get to her place around eight.”I liked that idea. She called back later and told that she was at the local mall and explained where it was. I was navigating by printed directions, but it seemed like it would be easy to find.I showed up just before seven. I was hungry, but that wasn’t important. Ivy’s car was parked away from all the other cars in front of a Sears. I parked next to her and got in the passenger seat. Ivy almost leaped over the center console.
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