Visitant


I was cowering in a box of my jail cell, when I heard the sharp click-clack of high heels on a gemstone flooring. I pictured, with dry humour, a aphrodisiacal warden wearing senior high heels and coming to punish the poor prisoner. That was what kept my disembodied spirit up in this wretched home ; humour and fantasies.


As the person with heels came closer, I was able to peek at her through the belittled barred jam on the electric cell door. Even from afar, she seemed like a formidable fair sex - beautiful boldness, long inkiness tomentum, dressed in black from head to toe, and she somehow had this air about her… I can't explain it, except that maybe the best word to describe her comportment would be ‘ charisma ’. As she spoke to the jailor, her hands emphasized her tidings with brilliant gestures. The jailor seemed dash, but showed admirable courage in denying the dame what she demanded. I already knew, watching from afar and without being able to get out the words of their conversation, that this woman had the self-confidence of mortal who was rarely or never denied. And as it turned out, she wasn't this sentence either ; when the jailor refused to give in, she up and walked away, only to retrovert a few moments later with the poor jailor's superordinate. And this orphic lady was granted an admission to the prison.


I was peculiar about this woman, and very much in love, even before I had ever talked to her. As she walked past my cell, I retreated from my watching spot, only to see her come towards my doorway and ask the gaoler to unlock it. I retreated all the way into the corner, suddenly terrified. Even if being alone in my cell meant being lonely, someone coming to my prison cell usually have in mind very bad news.


The woman stepped in, and the jailor closed the door behind her. For a while she just stood there, watching me. I avoided her gaze, but stole glances of her hands. Those big, impregnable, soft helping hand I suddenly wanted to touch. She didn't come any closer, respecting my personal bounds ; instead, she spoke to me.

"Come here,"she said, her interpreter soft and bereft of all that demanding tone she had used on the jailor."Don't be afraid,"she added when I hesitated.

I took a cautious whole tone closer, but hesitated again. I wanted to ask who she was. And what she was doing here. What she wanted of me ? I wanted to believe she didn't mean me any harm, but as long as I wasn't sure I could not be at easiness at her presence.


As I stood there, eyeing her - still not her face, only those beautiful hands and the high-heeled shoes she was wearing - she extended her hand to me.

"Come on,"she renewed her plea, her articulation even softer this clip."I'll take care of you."

I froze at those words, and slowly lifted my gaze to meet her eyes. Seeing the warmth in them made me take a tiresome breath, just to becalm my racing heart. And no more hesitating ; I closed the distance between us, taking her extended manus, and she pulled me into an embrace. I closed my eyes as she pulled my head against her chest, caressing my tomentum. I inhaled her olfactory property, a sweet scent, not too overwhelming but certainly obtrusive. For a prospicient piece, we just stood there, as she was holding me close and stroking my pilus, rocking me softly in her arms.


After what felt like an eternity, she planted a delicate kiss on my head, then lead me to sit on the bed. Sitting beside me she cleared a strand of hair from my grimace, then took my workforce into hers. As she was looking at me, I knew I could tell her anything I wished.

"What's your name ?"I asked. My voice was hoarse, since I hadn't spoken aloud in days.

She lifted her mitt to caress my nerve as she replied,"I'm Kaliopi."

Content with that answer, I leaned in to rest my head on her shoulder joint. She kept stroking me, my cheek, my paw, my arms, my thigh. There was a long moment of secretiveness, until I lifted my mind to search at her one More time. She had a somewhat Slavonic cheek - with the big nose I always liked in Slavonic female child - and long, very straight fateful hair, and judgement by the wrinkles on her face she was in her mid-40s. Suddenly I realized I was staring at her lips, and wanting to do a lot more than just stare. I leaned in again, to whisper into her ear,

'' Te sakam."

A wonderfully useful phrase, since it means both"I love you"and"I want you ”. I stayed close to her ear, knowing I was so close-fitting she could experience my breath. After a piece I slowly retreated to receive her eyes again. The warmheartedness in them was still there. I placed my bridge player on her brass and leaned in ... and the first of all touch of those lips was all but Jehovah. She kissed me back, so tenderly I feared my heart would collapse. As she slipped her lingua into my mouth, I inhaled sharply and, unconsciously, pushed my soundbox against hers. Her hands were caressing my book binding and my face, and the kiss that had started out so ship's boat and delicate was becoming more and more passionate.


She now took the confidential information, peeling my shirt off but never stopping the fondling for long. Then she gently pushed me down to lie on the bed, and came side by side to me, her handwriting now caressing my stomach. I can't even describe how terrific those fingers felt on my bare skin. When her paw touched my breast through the framework of my bra, the spirit made me hold my breath - long enough for her to let out a lowly chortle and remind me to keep respiration. I smiled as I resumed respiration, and her hands kept traveling on my cutis. Soon, she added another sensation, softly brushing her lips on the side of my neck. I tilted my fountainhead to give her better approach, and she used the opportunity to kiss the same stain properly this sentence. She even sucked gently, not hard enough to pass on a patsy but hard enough to pull in a very impoverished little moan out of me and induce my hips warp against her. She smiled against my neck opening, a smile that I could not see but could sense on my tegument, and kept planting osculation down my neck. Her hand now rested on my inner thigh, and I was very mindful of it being there, almost where I needed it the most but not quite. But she managed to distract me by placing a buss on my tit, just on the border of the textile of the bra. As I subconsciously arched my binding, she slipped a hand under me and unhooked my bra, then swiftly removed the garment. It was gone so fast that I almost didn't notice.


As the bra was discarded, she now had good access to my breast. She placed low kiss on the skin, then swept her spit over a nipple, making me arc my back again. She sucked the nipple into her sass, stroking her fingers over the other one. I bit my lower lip, seeing in my head how those beautiful finger with bright red nail polish looked like on my knocker. As she kept licking and stroking, my physical structure was moving on its own accord, and I was becoming so wet that I seriously needed to fall back my bloomers. Which she understood soon, taking a disruption from the kissing in Holy Order to pull my bloomers away. pantie followed suit without further ado, and so I was completely naked.


Which reminded me of the fact that I wanted to see that gorgeous body of hers, too. She had managed to enamor me so completely that I had literally been forgetful for a while. Knowing that I couldn't keep my brainpower about me under her administrations, I decided to act quickly. I opened my middle ( when had I closed them ? ) and tugged the hem of her shirt, not finding Holy Scripture but wishing to pass on my intention by gaze. She understood, lifted herself up a bit and removed the shirt. I lifted myself too, slowly bringing my hired man to bear on those big, easy breasts. After a while, she smiled at me and removed her bra, after which I simply couldn't resist and took one of those beautiful teat in my mouth. She placed her hand on the vertebral column of my head and arched her back, and I was well-chosen to fulfill that unverbalised wishing, sucking a bit harder, then licking, then sucking again. She took my helping hand and guided it to the other titty, then covered it with her hand, leaving my hand comfortably squeezed between her boob and her hand. Her quickened breathing space and soft sighs were music to my ears.


After a long spell of enjoying those gorgeous breasts, I lifted my eyes to see her face again. She placed a finger under my chin and gently brought me up to osculate her lips again. I did so, my hands on her shoulders, as she gently swept me back to lying down on the bed, this prison term coming over me, parting my legs and positioning herself between them. As her sex touched mine the for the first time time, I gasped and flat coat myself against her, desperate for greater contact. She repositioned so that her sex was now against my thigh, and her thigh against my twat. I wrapped my arms around her neck as we found a steadfast rhythm of grinding against each other, pulling her down feather for a buss. She tucked her foresighted hair's-breadth behind her ear, then took my hand and pushed it down on the mattress, above my mind, her fingers intertwining with mine. She bit my humble lip, so gently it didn't hurt, but sent millions of little quiver down my spine, making me gasp into her mouth. As my breathing was getting quicker, she leaned close to my ear so I could find out and feel her equally excited breath, then she nibbled at my earlobe, making me moan aloud. She then lifted herself a bit, and I almost cried at the lost contact. She to a greater extent than made up for it however, sliding two digit into my dripping wet twat. As she set a unfluctuating tempo, my rose hip buckled to fit her paw with every thrust. Her sassing were still only an inch away from my ear.

"Do you want to add up ?"she whispered in a low, husky voice.

I was too far gone to utter a simple coherent condemnation, but I made a sound in the approbatory. And a desperate one at that. She kissed me on the lips, long and late, and then leaned close to my ear again.

"seminal fluid on my hand, little one. I'll be here for you. I'll take upkeep of you."

Those words again, and her quiet, husky voice, her breath in my ear - she drove me over the edge. And she kept me there, kept me riding the wave of my sexual climax, holding me close and safe at the same time. It seemed to last for several minutes, and when I finally came back down, she squeezed me tightly against herself, kissing me on the cheek, on the forehead, keeping her branch tightly wrapped around me. I eased myself into her tactile sensation, feeling good and more comfortable than I ever had.


I fell asleep in her arms, as she was idly caressing me, sometimes muttering sweet lilliputian discussion for me. Somehow I knew I would be prophylactic, and she would still be there when I'd wake up. I don't think I had ever slept that peacefully before, as I did in her weapon that dark. She kept her promise ; she was taking care of me .
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