Fuck me deeper....

I was super sore that Thursday

Hangover and with redbull on top I didnt sleep at all for 24h…

I was trying to stay calm and think what the heck had happened!

I work more at home lately... and i was waiting for a meeting, I couldn't keep still, and there was the window...

Fabrizio passed by and I saw him from the window…”oh shit, I hope you don’t look up here!” the second time que passed he looked up...and i was...busted...but he had a sexy smile for me...

What I remembered about the fucking itself was not a good thing…it was aggressive…did I reach orgasm?

I was beaten… I have huge bruises…

Everything hurts inside...

What the hell did he do to me?

I felt pain in places never felt before...my neck was hurting alot...buttocks too...inside my uterus hurt too much...but did we fight? Having sex with a new person and being so drunk... was never a good idea... I remember in my college years, coming home always drunk and sore and remembering very little...

Hera...you're a mother now...you have to be careful and wise...what's wrong with you?

I don't want to be with this neighbor anymore...he is too much...

Ok he is pleasant, easy on the eye, talks well, yes, it's fun and very familiar, but I don't want to… I'm too old for that!

Let's say that until Saturday we barely spoke, but we saw each other a lot around the building...and several times a day...strange. It seemed like he was controlling me through the window...he can see me in every window from his apartment...he has the view even to my car space and toilets and bedroom...i try not to open my windows now...specially if i know he is home...Saturday after my physiotherapy to recover my movements after surgery we were exchanging messages...he is funny...then I went to drink at some friends' house...I stayed there until very late...I must have arrived home at 11pm...he comes down and sees me coming in...this man is controlling me...that's not normal...

I greet him very shyly...he says he has energy problems and wants to come watch TV and charge his cell phone at my place...

I wanted to understand what was going on and I felt extremely attracted to him and I let him in...he came in shorts and a t-shirt...everything so tight...and after all he is handsome as well as sexy...his voice left me excited... low husky and he had that look of a pervert...oh gosh i am horny...but in pain...

As soon as we entered he asked for water...I went toget it and didn't even realize he followed me into the kitchen...the first thing he did when I finished pouring water...was to lean me against the wall next to the fridge...kissed me aggressively...biting my lips...put his fingers between my legs and felt me wet...I don't want to do that there...no... but instinctively I lift one leg and pulled him towards me...he rubs his penis against me and I get wetter...He puts my underwear aside and penetrates me right there slowly, kissing me as if he was going to suck my whole mouth…what urgency, what pressure.

He speaks things to my ear that I've never heard before...normally I'm the one who says these vulgarities...he's very similar to me...level of intensity, vulgarity and aggressiveness present there...it's not bad. But I push him away and we leave the kitchen... not in my house! Not yet!

We stayed in the living room talking…he was trying to get closer…I kept moving away whenever I could…

“I’m a little drunk and you’re making me nervous…I still have alcohol in my system…I don’t want to do it like that, not drunk again…”

We talked about books about life goals and family…I gave him 3 books that I knew I wouldn't read again. In the middle of one of the books there was a rose…

” Here is this rose from a lover, I presume…”

I received it quickly..the rose is 10 years old...it was the first thing that Nico's father gave me...I preserved it with hairspray in the middle of a book...but this time I know that the feeling for Nico's father has faded forever...I threw it away.…

“This rose doesn’t mean anything anymore…”

I told him after an hour of conversation that I was tired and he'd better go home... We didn't even watch any TV... but at least he charged his cell phone... I was a bit rude when I told him to leave...

The next day at night he called me

“I'm coming, I need you please!

I was already asleep and I said yes half-asleep…He came in, the room was completely dark, only a light coming from the window was showing him...he kissed me...The kiss was so good, so long and sensual, it wasn't rough or aggressive...it was sweet...but I felt a slight hint of alcohol and tobacco, I loved the taste of it...only the sweetness made me confused and I felt a little nauseous but it felt so good at the same time... and he was lightly saying "I love kissing you..."

He pushes me abruptly onto the sofa… and I remembered that my period started told him that and he growls loudly… What an animal… fucking sexy… I told him that if he doesn't mind I don't mind us doing it even though i am bleeding…. He undresses slowly looking at me and I quickly take off my nightshirt and lay there watching him... the light coming from the window is the only one showing me him... defined arms and chest, how lucky of me, he really is handsome!

He came on top of me, forgetting that I was bleeding and I had to tell him not to lick me... he kissed down to my belly... he moved his mouth up to my breasts... he squeezed my nipples with his fingers and licked with a hunger that It didn’t seem normal to me…we were together yesterday, heavens sake…

He slapped me on one of my breasts and on one side of my face...it didn't hurt...he penetrated me without warning...with my God's strength...He fucked me deeply with unparalleled force...I was in pain but it was getting better ...so good,

I was so horny…he opened my legs in such ways and I felt like a rubber doll…he said to me

“ Get that dick wet, hot cunt”…

He stopped penetrating me and stood looking at me and spanked my pussy, he spat on to get wetter... he was growling in my ear and when he kissed me, he kissed so harshly, my lips felt sore... it was half an hour of deep penetration and he was on top of me on the sofa... he bit my neck and He pulled my hair, I automatically closed my eyes, and he aggressively ordered

“Open your eyes… look at me!”

I obeyed because of the way he spoke…then he turned me around and I was on all fours, facing the window…he bit one of my buttocks and spanked me which left me burning…he grabbed my hair with both hands with a strong grip...felt incredible and he penetrated me deep...very deep...when he came I felt pressure...but he barely moaned...he laid on my back and whispered things I didn't even understand...he kissed me in a strange way and I didn't feel the same as always but something different …I don’t know how to explain it…when he came out of me…he sat down next to me…and was catching his breath…he looked at me and said…

”i almost said something to you that i shouldn’t have…” And I was confused…”what? ”

I asked out of fear but I know very well what he was going to say...he laughed and rushed to the bathroom...and I was angry...sitting and looking into the air...what the fuck...this man...he's confusing...

He left the bathroom and I asked him once again...what he was going to say...he stopped talking for a minute then said some nonsense so he wouldn't have to answer it...when he left he gave me a long, soft kiss...a kiss that I don't even know where it came from... In the end he said…

” After this kiss, what do you have to say?” I angrily said “Nothing!”

He looked at me intensely and stared at me in such a way that I felt naked...ok I was really naked, literally...I ended up disarming and started laughing like a child...

"Your eyes are beautiful and they shine... Let me go... this is complicated today...”

He sighed, opening the door but i gave him one more kiss that ended up making him close the door again and lean me against the wall... let's just say it was remarkable... he left me there on the wall suddenly without knowing what to feel and I was processing it... he left and closed the door... I turned on the light and the sofa was semi-dirty...my nightgown disappeared...oh shit I have to look for it...but I was tired and sleepy...I just cleaned the sofa...

What had happened?? What was he doing…

I kept thinking about that...the next day I was angry with him and thinking that he stole my nightshirt...which luckily I found where there were drops of blood on the floor under the sofa...I was still angry because what he did and said made no sense, i am so cold and rational when not in love, that i am the queen of ice and manipulation...i felt he wanted to make me fall in love with him...little he knew my heart was still...with Nico's father...

I didn't answer his messages all day...but at night he called and said he had something for me and told me to stop by his house...I arrived and couldn't even say hello...I was immediately grabbed by the door without closing it...an urgent passionate kiss...it made me sigh... he smelled of perfume and tobacco…how intoxicating i found that smell…

“I don’t want to break your heart….”

I looked at him...I didn't even have time to respond. He puts me on his lap and sits on the sofa with me on top...he takes off my top and kisses my breasts and neck slowly and gently. He chose songs by Sabrina Claudio...he stops moaning and says he wants to fuck me on the floor...He lays me down on the floor and my lower part I don't even know where it went, I just felt him already inside me...

Penetrating me slowly...and looking at me without breaking eye contact..I tried this time not to close my eyes and kept looking at him...he came quickly...I felt like we made love...it was kind of vanilla...I really liked it...we stayed on the floor with him still inside me...spooning… He told his version of the day he saw me for the first time…us laying there on the floor..him still inside me...

“When you opened the door…your beauty and seriousness…left me speechless…I didn’t know what to do or what to say, I completely forgot what I had to do.” "I wanted to grab you at that moment.” “The second time I knocked on your door I wanted to ask for your number, I wanted to be with you right away” “What did you think, what did you feel?” I replied: “Nothing...I didn't see you well, I didn't notice you...I was still engaged and was still a little depressed for the last few months, Nico's father had already started cheating on me again and I was pretending I didn't see...I didn’t even notice if you were handsome or not…sorry for not noticing you..."

“I wanted to ask you for your number and since that day I created a slight obsession, I was going to ask you for something, even water that I always have at home!” "After that you walked past me as if you didn’t even recognize me and I wanted to be noticed!” “It took me almost 2 months to have the courage to ask you for your number... and on that day I saw you arriving with the bags... you looked beautiful... perfect, I couldn't let you go without inviting you.”

I was stunned by what I heard…I said laughing...

“But I had just been kicked out of Nico’s father’s house…I was in my pajamas and all disheveled…I was crying the whole way back home”

“The day I found you most beautiful…you were transparent…without the armor…without the seriousness…you were just you!” “But you never noticed me?”

I remembered that I didn't pay much attention to his face...only the day he knocked on my door I thought he was a kid who had never lived alone and he wasn't unpleasant...I thought he was a prostitute because he had strange work hours when he went out and came in and the two times I noticed that he was passing by me in the building, I barely looked at him, but I noticed that he was always wearing very short shorts and the perfume that got stuck on every floor he passed...but I noticed that he had perfect legs the last time I saw him because once a friend told me that she had seen a handsome neighbor in my building… and that he had beautiful legs…

And I realized that I hurt his ego... I didn't appreciate him, I didn't notice him when he was already making plans with me after all...

But let's say that Fabrizio is really a big, strong man, handsome, yes, but not effeminate...i am used to men that look a bit too cute and more effeminate...as i am very manly like...i am not a regular normal cute woman... but he's dark like chocolate, he has thick, full lips, small, slanted dark and penetrating eyes, his eyebrows are perfect, they seem arranged, arched. that give him the perverse look that he is always thinking about sex or that sometimes gives him a surprised look... he has a body that next to mine, I feel like I was the one who deserved to have it all, he has a protruding ass, huge glutes, thick and muscular thighs, extremely well defined and delicious legs, his chest really looks like someone who has been training for years, I love the contrast of his skin against mine...he is dark and I am pale...he is muscular and I am thin...I feel welcomed by that big body...he's not much taller than me...but he's about 20 kilos heavier than me...he's the first one-handed boy who had 4 sister and then 2 brothers younger than him...super hard worker, takes care of his father's various businesses and his friends and his.

I'm proud to have attracted such a feisty and hot boy... he's extremely sexy, he has dimples on his chin and cheeks that give him a less mature look, he looks less than 30, he was surprised that I got his age right, everyone always give him more than he has…

Yes, now I notice him more and more, but I feel like he wanted to hear something more...but I'm not one to praise his physical appearance so much, I talk about his soul and his heart...he's kind and has good energy, he's extremely funny and with a very upbringing raising, only loosening up on sex...after we laugh and talk a little more on the floor, I get up and see that we've gotten the carpet dirty, I'm still at that stage of the month, I'm washing in the bathroom and wanting to go home...

-Although he won't let me...he grabs me and kisses me without rushing, he tells me softly that he loves kissing me and that I know how to kiss very well, we already understand each other in the kiss, we've found our rhythm. He puts me on all fours on the dining chair in the kitchen when I try to escape and he grabs my neck and penetrates me with a passion that I don't know he got from where, he spanked me several times and kissed me on the back, he moaned and squeezed my small ass...He leaned against me and asked me to cum…I couldn't for fear of getting the dining chair dirty…I said I was going to get everything dirty, he pulled my hair and then put his hands on my hips…he pulled me deeply and I felt it. hitting my uterus...I felt a slight pain...he came without any warning again, without the moans and growls...it was silent and he immediately squeezed my breasts and said..."Sleep here with me"...I said "Get out of here...u still inside me I have to go to the bathroom to clean myself up”…he got hurt i saw it on his expressive eyes... he looked at me he let me go…I washed myself and then he came in…washed himself…I got dressed and looked at the TV…I felt him grabbing me and pushing me towards him to the sofa looking at me…he said:

“Undress again…just strip down to your underwear and come here…”

we spooned for an hour….again? He's breaking the colorful friend code. He's acting like he's in love...he fell asleep...I felt uncomfortable and akward... I was thinking about Nico's father...Do I still love him? What's wrong with me? why am still thinking about Alessandro?

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