I haven't seen you for 15 years now, I don't hear you. Above all, I don't hear you. I don't know what you do, what you think. Why was our relationship so strong? Did you ever worry? What was it that binds us so much that we want to be together? The love? Yes, we loved each other, but there was more. You liked being with me because you liked it when we were alone in bed and I could love you as I wanted. It was enough for me to smell your perfume to have a thousand fantasies, which you indulged without ever pulling back. We had sex the way we liked it most. Love was strong, but we split love from sex, and lived sex with our animal instincts.
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We did it everywhere: in the car, in the garage, in the open air, in the countryside, at sea, even in bed. You liked it when I possessed you because I liked to possess you, to feel the master of your body, of all of yourself. My desire was strong and you liked to feel my desire to have you, to take you, to penetrate you. Being between your legs was great. A smell rose between your legs that excited me immediately. I was always ready for you, do you remember? Do you remember it was always hard and ready for you? And on our weekends how many times did we do it? You have always indulged me in my fantasies and this made me feel free to fantasize about owning you.
This was the beauty of our relationship: we lived sex as sex, love as love. But here I want to talk about Interracial Sex Story, because between us it was a masterpiece that never tired. I liked to lower your head on my erect member ready to sink into your mouth, which you knew well how to do to make me enjoy. What about anal penetrations? I felt strong and powerful when I possessed you, you were mine and knowing myself inside you anally was an exciting achievement for me.
I haven't felt those feelings for 15 years now, and I know that without you I won't feel them anymore, but I confess that not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Because I would have felt more man, more fulfilled, greater. Because I would have loved a fantastic woman. Your choices and advice have pushed me to be a successful man, but behind a great man there is always a great woman, and you are not there now. We were similar and this divided us, we were weak in the strength of the other. We were so well together that we created problems for ourselves, because we were perfection, but the ghosts we created took over.
