You’re losing your mind. You got seduced by the man who looked at you all the time as you were presenting the project of dismantling the reservoir Calcinelli in the Apennines.
At first you thought he didn’t agree with your presentation, then you were afraid that he weren’t feeling well. He was restless, looking at you so hard that you could not imagine that it was for you. You’re not used to being the subject of such attention.
At the end of the presentation you met at the coffee machine. While you put your money in, he approached silently behind you and when you turned he smiled at you with a smile so sexy that you could not believe your eyes.
“Is that okay?” he asked putting 50 cents to complete the payment.
You felt yourself fucked.
That was enough to be naked already, naked in a an unmade bed of silk and gold blankets, in a huge room with the windows open on an Arabian Night. You were lying, with smooth and perfumed skin. Already wet with your desire. He was dark as night, with his charcoal eyes fixed on yours, he was closing in to you between the sheets and crawl on your body until he got between your soft thighs. You fulfilled with his choice, knowing that this night he just wants you.
With his bronze skin and his strong and muscular arms, you are ready to be opened and emptied. Your body is an offering to his beauty, your soul is already a prisoner of his eyes. After some unbearable licking, he fixed his gaze back into you. You know what he wants, you were prepared, informed, educated.
“Fuck me, I’m here for you.”
He smiles with his sexy smile. You shake and get your coffee from the machine. You walk away embarrassed.
Later you see him in the parking lot, leaving with his car. You look at each other one more time, but you are nearsighted and are not sure he is watching you.
When you home you think about him. First you touch yourself, then you masturbate to death, carried back into the Arab Room. His face is in front of your eyes, he opens your lips with one hand and shoves his tongue in your mouth like it was his house and he tastes you like a ripe fruit.
You feel his raging penis making its way between your legs.
“Fuck me, take me, please.” You are butter, spices and scented creams. He is inside you and you are his goal, his safe land of flesh, his conquest, his soft port. He looks at you and you keep him inside. He kisses you and you kiss him back. You enjoy it.
In the days that follow you are possessed and distraught by the desire for this unknown man. Thanks to a brief search you find him online and you start chatting on the internet for days until you seduce him.
He wants to see you, you’re afraid but you want nothing else.
The world is falling apart. There are no brocade covers or windows on the Arabic moon in that dark basement with a bedroom and a kitchen. Residential area, expensive houses, he has a studio there, a former wine cellar, a pied-à-terre, a slaughterhouse.
While he sodomizes you, you keep your hands on the wall that rises diagonally toward a window overlooking the sidewalk. You yelled as he entered and ordered you to keep quiet. You are not there to give a show, you just have to take it. What a bastard.
With the eyes fixed on the sky watching the feet of passers, you abandon yourself to seek pleasure.
No aromatic butters, no oils, no licking the thighs, only anal penetration. It’s very different from the love you imagined.
But you already lost your mind and the next day you can’t wait to have an opportunity to do it again.