At that time, I was an ordinary guy, 29 years old, full of people. I love all sorts of girls and different, I know how to behave with them to achieve a particular goal, and since the relationship with them was the process of achieving the goal, and not the goal itself, then, in the female presence, I do not limited and communicated with many.
In one ordinary evening, intending to walk with my dog, so as not to be bored, I decided to call a girl who had just started to take my tokens (although they had been familiar for a long time) with me, to take a breath.
Late evening, we turn off the handle behind the garages and go along the road leading to a deserted ground with a small planting of trees - so that my pit bull can run freely, without scaring passers-by and stray dogs.
The dog ran, brought a stick and climbed through the bushes, and we stood in the light of the moon and the light of lanterns from the railway station gatehouse.
I held her by the hand, then by the waist, then by the ass. And at the moment when the hand slid up her back, to the back of the head, I comically squeezed her hair and pulled back and down. She smiled and hugged me, putting her hands on her sides, and I, pulling again and harder, smiled, called her a bitch, to which she closed her eyes and smiled again. Realizing that she liked it, I pulled it with force and asked without a smile in an absolutely calm voice, feeling a bunch of strained hair in my hand, whether she liked it or not. She tried to nod an affirmative, but I pulled her down. Taking a deep breath, she loosened her neck and obeyed the movement of her hand. I tilted her head forward and covered her mouth with her hand, she grabbed my hand in surprise and, feeling my weakening, languidly covering her eyes, moved her hands behind her back. I let go of her hair and face, she bowed her head and moved towards me. When asked whether everything is in order, she barely heard "yes". This I did not expect from her and myself too! Unique feelings circled my head, a desire for something new began to speak, and I began to stroke her face, neck and chest, and she stood and sniffed with her hands behind her back.
- Like? Do you want to continue? - and the leash from my shoulders moved to her neck. I squeezed it, imitating the collar, and pulled on myself.
To my surprise, she did not remove her hands from behind her back, but obeyed the movement of my hands. It is very exciting! I called Pete and took off his collar. She stood and watched me, head down. Throwing the leash from her shoulders into my hand, I began to put a collar on her neck, and she leaned her cheek against my hand ... and it was so tender that I tensed not to lose control of my calmness and confidence. It's like putting a collar on your Pete: calm and confidence so that he does not feel your fear or doubt.
Already on the buttoned collar, I hooked the leash carbine and pulled it. She turned her head in the opposite direction of the leash, and for some reason it seemed to me that this was a call. erotic stories I began to force her down to the ground, she clutched my hand and succumbed to the force of depression ...
- Hands, bitch, removed and went, over there is someone.
We moved into the shadow of the trees so that we could not be seen from afar. In the course of the movement, her head was at the level of my waist, and her hand was holding my hand, pulling the leash. Having a dozen steps, we were under the crown of trees, surrounded by bushes. I said, “Come to me!”, And in a few seconds Pete joined us. Putting a stick under his feet, he sat down in front of us at the exit from our secret place, often breathing and moving with his big pink tongue.
Pulling on the leash, I forced my companion to sit down and began to stroke her cheek. At this moment, I saw in this girl a very sweet creature, she did not want to let go ...
- Stand up.
She got up, and I began to stroke her through her clothes, she was silent and breathed excitedly. Breast, stomach, crotch ... Standing to her right, it was convenient for me to fumble over her body. Clicking on the already fiery pubis, I heard a moan. She just spread her legs, and I
felt hot poured tubercle under jeans. Slapped palm across the crotch:
- You're flowing there, right?
She moaned and spread her legs even more. And it looked like a call, or rather, a request ... At that moment, the thought flashed: I didn’t want to fuck her at all or that she took it in her mouth, she didn’t even want to undress her ... I like to feel her excitement, humility and how pretty she is now in this state. Slap - moan, pull the leash, stronger slap - moan and legs wider, her mouth grabs the air, more - “mmmm! ...”, legs bend - either hit, or strongly, she straightens the legs - a blow, biting, burned palm , - groan ... A few more times and that's it.
Breathing heavily, she did not allow to remove the collar, smiling: "Let it be." I, impressed, took the leash closer to the neck, commanded:
- Home!
Pete runs ahead with a cudgel more than himself, and I lead the leash, hiding it from possible eyes, sweet blonde. Approaching the turn from the dark to the lighted street, I wanted to take off the collar, but when I saw her look, I realized that by this I would spoil everything. The sidewalk, unusual sensations, when you drive a pretty blonde on a street down the street, turn, road, gate of the native yard, finally take off the collar, help Pete to wrap a cudgel in the gate, turn around ... and in front of me is a girl without any hint of what happened :
- ... well, I ran, 00:30 already.
- Let's go bring ...
- No, no, you look, while I run down, I do not need someone to see us together ...
I do not remember why the continuation did not follow, but I know for sure: when the doctors said that I need to remember the most pleasant feelings and try to experience them as often as possible, and my eyesight can begin the recovery process - I immediately wanted to pull the leash ...