The Lovely Writer

Berlin. Capital of Culture. I visit the Spree every few month in order to care about my connections, to find out about new trends and to discuss with people of my kind. I’m an artist. A writer – to be exact. Some time ago I was able to establish my name in the press as a talented newcomer. Since then I’m an often requested guest at book fairs and literature forums. I sign my books and read in front of interrested audiences. Well… And I like women. Many women. I am a passionate man and very early, I realized that affairs improve my writing. It is the old story of the writer and his beauty. Every beauty tells a new story, brings a new emotions – and emotions are the lifeblood of creativity. Escpecially sexual desire.

Before I came to Berlin, I made a call. I saw her picture on the internet of High Class Escorts in Berlin. Her naked back and her tight butt. She smiled naughtily over her shoulder as if she were screaming for my touch. Dark eyes. The skin was suntanned and flawless. Slender. And every part of her body was covered in a lithe shine. Her hair was falling down like black silk – right to her wonderful ass. I wanted that ass. I wanted it, slapping againgst my pelvis.

We had a date at a small and inconspicuous restaurant on the Prenzlauer Berg. I have chosen it pointedly. The wine tastes good there and we should be the only guests. Heartbeat. I saw her getting out of the taxi. One leg after another. High Heels. Gentle feet. She wore a tight cocktail dress. Black and no straps. The cloth were squeezing her free and shiny breasts and covering her thighs. Heartbeat-Heartbeat. She smiled and pushed a strand behind her ear, so I could see large pendants on her ear. Very elegant. They clicked softly, every time she moved her head. I took her hand and for a kiss and when i looked up again, I just saw her bright tooth biting into her pink underlip. “You look handsome.”, she whispered. Such words from such a woman: Like a hot handle into my pants. Tightness. Heartbeat-heartbeat.

I answered: “And you look fantastic.”

I visit Berlin every few month in order to care about my connections and discuss with people of my kind. I’m an artist. A writer – to be exact. Some time ago I was able to establish my name in the press as a talented newcomer. Since then I’m an often requested guest at book fairs and literature forums. But sometimes it can be lonely out there.

Before I came to Berlin, I made a call. I saw her picture on the internet.

We had a date at a small and inconspicuous restaurant on the Prenzlauer Berg. The wine tastes good there. Heartbeat. I saw her getting out of the taxi. One leg after another. High Heels. Gentle feet. She wore a tight cocktail dress. Black and no straps. The cloth were squeezing her free and shiny breasts and barely covering her thighs. Heartbeat-Heartbeat. She smiled and pushed a strand behind her ear, so I could see large pendants. Very elegant. They clicked softly, every time she moved her head. I took her hand for a kiss and when i looked up again, I just saw her bright tooth biting into her pink underlip. “You look handsome.”, she whispered. Heartbeat-heartbeat. I answered: “And you look fantastic.”

“To be honest, I don’t really know much about wine. I just like to act like I do.”, I started a conversation when we were sitting in the restaurant. She laughed so expansive, that she felt compelled to fix her ample décolleté. Click-Click. The pendants touched each other and I was staring at her tits. She noticed and leaned forward. She liked it. “I have been to many wine tastings. Jobwise. But I like to drink it anyway. So I have learned a bit about it.” Then she began to tell. From wine we got to the theater and from the theater to my work. Her lips were open, when I told her about it, and her breath touched the shivering candle-light. The wax flowed down into the stick. Tssss…

“I’ve heard that Goethe has broken four beds with his beloved!”, she grinned excitedly, when we finished eating. “At least!”, I laughed. “It must be phenomenal, what happens in your heads. The fire. The passion. This here is very thrilling for me. I’ve never had a writer.”, she said as she licked her lips. Heartbeat. Boom. Boom. Heartbeat. “Well! You still had none.”, I smirked.

“But I would like to.”

Our taxi drove to my hotel. She held my arm and we went upstairs. In the elevator she gripped between my legs. I was hard as granite. “You’ll feel better soon.”, she whispered while she nibbled my ear lobe. The door fell into the lock. She moved her gorgeous ass through the room, turned to me and put her handbag down. Then she snatched for her back. I heard the zipper. Suddenly, her big tits escaped from the dress! Her naked nipples – pierced – took a sun bath in my eyesight. The tight dress ran down from her waist. She rose from it completely naked. Glassy and dripping wet: Her tight pussy. She had not worn a panty all evening.

“Fuck me.”

I rushed toward her, threwing her on the bed. She opened her arms and stared at me – breathing and horny. I kissed her on the mouth. Click-click! The pendants were answering. Her fingers reached my belt. Heartbeat-heartbeat. I grabbed her tits, while she let my cock jump out of my pants like a fixed bayonet. I loved the look on her face when she saw how big he was. Willingly she spreads her long legs. I grabbed her thighs.

“Awwwwwrh!”

My cock plunged into her. Impaled her. Split her cunt, which wrung hotly around my whole dick. Hot and wet and juicy. She opened her mouth and groaned on my lips. I threw away my shirt and her feet – still wearing high heels – found their way to my shoulders. I rammed myself into her pussy and every time she screamed louder. Wanting more. Click-click-click-click! The creols were clacking like in a whirlwind. My pelvis splash against her. She tried to rise her upper body in order to scratch my neck, but I pushed her back, threw her on the belly and yanked her tight ass up to take her hard from hehind. My paws caught her waist and clashed her body against my cock. Splash! Click! Click! And abruptly, she ripped of the sheets from the mattress, and squealed ecstaticly, Her whole body narrowed before she began to pound her ass lecherously against my dick. The early orgasm drove her crazy and shortly after, I came so intensely, that the sweat ran over my chest.

“My lovely writer.”, she groaned afterwards with a big smile on her face.

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