She knew it was not right that such fantasies were in her head. That was dramatic. And maybe even neurotic.

She was trying to drive them out.

But the experiments were not only unsuccessful but, on the contrary, they were invading her through even more dreary dreams, which she was trying to interpret with red cheeks and a fast pulse.

Eva was torn apart by two opposing feelings that stretched to the extreme of her nervous system, and she was like a fish in dry months without being able to find neither peace nor balance, nor dared to take real steps toward what blew it from within .

Let’s extend the picture a little – Eva was a very respected, courteous and lovely lady, a journalist who became the owner of sites, shops and a restaurant by a reporter. Naturally, thanks to the pile of men who fucked her from time to time, and who enriched and wasted her at the same time. There were three dramatic divorces and three children in her life.

For 45 years old, Eva looked great. She was a real whore. From an ambitious and naughty girl over the years she had become a perverse woman who enjoyed more and more crazy things. The problem was that she was aware of it.

Something very deep inside of her worried her and irritated – just as the thorn teased our skin and we did not rest until we took it out. It was even more complicated that she understood – like the last droplets the mind of a man who was mad – that if she crossed that border, it would be an end to her – a death for the last grain of normality and adequacy that had remained.

Eve was spoiled, but this case was completely different.

Growing up in poverty and poverty, in deprivation and hardship, she had a very difficult childhood. And no even one doll.

When Eve sank into those memories, the tears rushed and rolled over her cheeks. So she deliberately avoided thinking about these things. But as hard as her memories were, she knew that her difficult life had made her a successful person.

The varied, crazy and unexpected steps in her life were made precisely because she had not experienced anything until her 20th anniversary. And unleashing, combined with thirst, can be a dangerous combination.

The main thing was that the many and varied things she had tried had emotionally drained her, and she almost stopped enjoying and enjoying – except for strange fools she often realized so spontaneously that she was surprised herself.

So she thought of her new idea – that she was suddenly coming upon her  when she watched a sexy young man named Val, whom she had hired as a sports editor nine months ago. But looking at him did not mean that he was the reason for the fantasy he had created. Nor did it mean that the idea was spontaneous – no, in that case there was an overlay, a gradual and some kind of upgrade. Later, analyzing herself, Eve realized that spontaneous was the cover of long-lived desire. A terribly interesting desire.

As cute as Val was, she did not pay much attention to him as a man until she accidentally saw his girlfriend, an innocent young girl of nearly 17 years, who was waiting for him after work almost every day. Her name was Lily.

Eve was impressed by the timid radiance, puppet-eyed eyes-strangers to the world, curious, eyes that would still have to know suffer, disappointed and grief. Against the backdrop of the girls with a heavy makeup, tattooed and cheeky , who massively flooded every school, Mall, and Café, this lady did not just stand out, but she looked like a breeze of the past, clean, sweet and sober.

Eve had the ability to see things through many layers and felt the girl in a very special way. The shock came when an idea, like a scary photo that suddenly shook you, broke her consciousness. She imagined how violently they could fuck this gentle creature. That thought made her so excited that her panties were getting wet. Immediately afterwards he had a terrible shame and inconvenience.

But it was only the beginning.

She began to think, to fantasize, and to masturbate every night with paintings that resembled jagged pieces of jigsaw puzzle but invariably related to this girl. Each piece resembled an explosion inside her, echoing in the strong ripples of her orgasms. Eve imagined so different and perverse things … she could see Lily gently horny, red-cheeked, open lips through which her breath came out into white clouds … her scattered soft hazelnut hair on her bed …. with hard nipples on the well-formed young breasts … with the hairs of the pubes and the pubic lips, the smell of her body, the petals of her innocent pussy … like lightning glittered strange views of Lily, chained and weeping, Lily with two baby hair styly licking lollipops and a healthy dick, Lily, who is pissing on an old man, Lily banged with a whip … It was particularly maddening her sensation when Val – hard and already powerless with excitement, with crazy eyes and breathing in love – was moving smoothly and passionately towards the virgin slit to defile her and make her his once and forever.

At that moment, Eva just exploded.

She would give everything to experience this herself. She envied Lily – without malice and rudeness, but with some envy, combining nostalgic tenderness and moderate anger.

Naturally, she was unable to experience it, and that is why her crazy idea was born in her mind to at least be able to look at this moment of couples life.

Why not? Why not even pay Val a good amount to watch them in their first sex dance?

That was so perverse!

And it was a perversion, not that she wanted to watch a couple have sex, but that she wanted to attend, watch, and see how a virgin ended, how it fades and how the new thing begins and old end, or the opposite.

She had no idea how a young man would react to that. And she even  didn`t dare to think about Lili`s reaction.

Eva was already ready to agree to a hole in the wall from which she could watch and inspire her stormy brain, devastating her pussy with orgasms at the same time, absorbing the scenes of the act.

These thoughts usually came to her in the evening, after a few glasses of alcohol. But no matter how spoiled she was, she was ashamed of herself in the morning, and she refused to reflect on the matter and forbade herself at all.

Until the next night or the next meeting with Lily, who even started coming to the office and waiting for her boy-friend.

Seeing her personally, eye to eye, Eva always congratulated her and invited her, pretending to feel comfortable, but Lily was still terribly embarrassed.

What a fascinating  creature!

The more Eva was convinced that Lily was indeed naive, innocent and unperturbed, the deeper she wanted to experience the imagined and dreamt. On the one hand, she was mellowing and bowing to purity, but on the other she wanted to see her destroyed, trampled, transformed. She wanted to see and absorbed the energy of the first penetration, of the first sense of the melting of sexual virginity, of the first feeling that was felt by the penetration of the male into the female. She was seduced by the emotion of the first vaginal stretch, the sinking of the cock to the bottom, the rupture of the hymen, along with the illusions, the flowing sticky warm drops of blood that covered the dick … the first semen giving the first chance of life merging with the thirsty vagina … The first is always unique and interesting, unavoidable and unforgettable … Eva wanted to see, feel, inhale, smell it! She longed to feel this unique trembling and knew she would seal it forever. There was an inexplicable inner necessity of what grew in alarming proportions, but not a rational explanation. It looked like an infection.

It was strange and surprising, but Eva was also disturbed by Lily – but only because of the context of what was happening in her head. Otherwise, she had every reason to behave patronically and confidently with the young people. Moreover, she often had deals with them because they often invited her to be a lecturer of various events to give valuable advice from her rich experience.

But … in this case everything was different – amazing, unexpected and crazy different!

Eva was confused.

Really confused.

This story will have a sequel only if you – the Readers – want 🙂

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