Just Us - Awaening

Lawyers aren't always boring. I am a hedonist at heart, seeking pleasure. Life is about savoring every moment to the fullest. Especially in your sex life.

By day, I like to solve complex legal problems, but when the sun goes down, I devote myself to an equally exciting side of life. I enter the exciting side of life. I delve into the intricate desires of women, trying to understand what truly ignites their passions.

My writing reflects my journeys. I don't believe in morality and celebrate sensuality without judgment. We follow our own unique paths on our journeys of lust and sexuality. Enjoy my writing if it resonates with you. If not, that's perfectly fine too.

I welcome every whisper of feedback, every thought you share. Please leave a comment or click on the stars to rate it. I am happy about every comment and every email you send me, because your desires and wishes also inspire my creativity.

Love and sex follow no rules. That sets the tone for my stories. a mostly and not only partly autobiographical trip through my sex life. Exploration of passion, authentic desires, forbidden dreams and untamed aspects of love and intimacy. There are no boundaries, no societal norms and the limits of what is believed to be "wrong" or "taboo" tested. Sex isn't everything in life, but it is a big component.

I have written hundreds of stories, never published, each one a reflection of my deepest desires and fantasies and my way of discovering each other's dirty mind. Those were real intimate letters and stories, penned straight from the heart, meant just for her and no one else.

Looking now at those letters, I see that I made some of those wishes and desires come true, but others are still just fantasies, hanging in the air. Now, on the brink of another broken love, I stare at the final moments. Shared intimacy is fleeting - every touch, every kiss becomes a way of saying goodbye. I realize that this chapter in my life is sadly coming to an end.

That's why I decided to publish these stories, those letters, to give them a life beyond me. Love and sex don't play by the rules, they break boundaries, cross lines, and shake things up. These stories are full of fantasies - some wild, some forbidden - but all written in the heat of the moments. By putting these stories out and also writing new ones, I'm sharing not just my fantasies but my passion and desire.

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So there I was standing on the rooftop terrace of the fancy luxury apartment he had found for us in Belgrade, Serbia. The cool October breeze hit my skin, waking up my senses and bringing back memories. My mind drifted to our crazy nights, full of wild passion that always left me breathless.

"You were everything to me," he had said during our last call, and every word hit me with a mix of longing and regret. I could still feel his touch, the way he used to make me feel like I was his.

But now, standing alone on the rooftop, I thought about the fire and passion we used to have and the unspoken tension that came after. I couldn't help but wonder if everything just faded away with the seasons. Just like the beautiful summer, the moments with him didn't last forever.

Flashback to 2017.

I was just a simple woman, growing up in Bosnia and Herzegovina, yearning for something more and bursting with desire. I was twenty-four, no longer a child, but still discovering sexuality. Life was challenging, burdened by financial struggles and dreams that felt almost out of reach.

Then I met him by chance at a concert. He was older - much older - and from a world that seemed light years away from mine. I never imagined this guy would ignite a fire inside me that I didn't even know I had. I had no idea our connection would drag me into a wild rollercoaster of passion, control, and letting go.

When we started seeing each other more often, he quickly noticed what was weighing me down. But unlike so many guys, he never tried to take advantage of my situation. A lot of them would demand sex in exchange for help, but he had my back without expecting anything in return.

When I couldn't pay back the loan on my old, beat-up car, he stepped in and took care of it. He even covered my university tuition fees and insisted that I should focus on my studies instead of taking a shit job that barely covered my living expenses. Every time I was in trouble, he was there and solved my problems effortlessly, with no strings attached. There was no pressure, no manipulation - just his quiet, reassuring presence and genuine kindness.

I was just this little law student, and he was everything I had never known, a successful lawyer from the seemingly unreachable European Union, a world that felt so distant from my own, a place I had only dared to dream of. And yet, there he was, with me.

After breaking up with my first boyfriend in 2018, I fucked another guy over the summer, but neither man came close to what I imagined. Instead, I found myself dwelling more and more on him. How about giving myself to him completely? Maybe I should just take the plunge and see where it could lead.

The thought teased my imagination, whispering promises of passion and discovery. With each passing day, the desire to act on these fantasies grew stronger. I resolved to make my move.

Even though he knew other men were fucking me, that I was out there serving them with my body and giving them what they wanted and needed, pleasing them however I could making sure they drained their balls, it never stopped him from supporting me without conditions. And yet I sensed an unspoken longing in his eyes -- a deep, primal desire to claim me sexually.

As the new year dawned in 2019, all I could think about was letting him fuck me. The fact that he was more than twice my age was completely irrelevant to me. Feeling excited and nervous, I shot off a WhatsApp message. Did he feel that same pull I did? Was this gonna be the moment that changed everything between us?

"What do you think about having an exciting evening of fun together?" I typed, my heart racing as I hit send. Would he catch the invitation hidden in my words?

As I waited for his reply, I pictured the evening playing out in my head. I imagined his smile and that look in his eyes, like he totally got the deeper meaning behind my message. Did he want me as much as I wanted him? Then my phone lit up with his answer.

"An exciting evening sounds tempting. But I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to have you all to myself," he wrote.

His words ignited a fire within me. The thought of being alone with him sent shivers of excitement through my body. I imagined him slowly undressing me, his eyes fixed on my pussy and tits, an experienced man claiming me without inhibitions or hesitation.

Would he act on his deepest desires? Would he take the lead and fuck my brains out? The thought alone made me more than horny and I knew that I was ready to accept whatever awaited me. I would sexually serve him in whatever way he wanted.

The evening kicked off at a cozy pizzeria. As we enjoyed our meals, our conversation flowed easily, and every stolen glance just cranked up the anticipation.

"I think we'll continue the evening somewhere else," he said, and I nodded.

My pulse quickened as he drove us to his place, bringing us closer to the inevitable. As we walked into his place, I could feel his eyes roaming over me, eager to fuck me according to his ideas. He pulled me closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered,

"I've been waiting for this moment for two years."

His words made me shudder, my body already buzzing with excitement for what was coming next. There was no hesitation for me, it had been a long time since my last fuck. I was ready to dive into the unknown. I don't know why I knew this night would be unlike anything I had ever experienced. His hands roamed over my curves, exploring every inch of me with possessive tenderness. We both felt and knew that we desperately needed a really good fuck.

"I want you," I breathed, my voice heavy with desire. As his hand tangled in my hair and his lips finally captured mine, I was swept away. This man kissed incredibly, it was fervent and consuming. The heat of his body pressed against mine, and I was ready to dive into whatever pleasures were waiting for me in the dark. Our first night.

I was ready to surrender myself to him completely, to be at his mercy, without any ifs and buts and without any hesitation. It was exciting and a little scary at the same time. I craved the freedom that came with submission - an escape from the chaos of my life. I wanted him to take control, to guide me into the boundaries of desire. I wanted to be his, to give him all of me, body and soul. There was this primal urge in a woman to discover just how far she will go if she lets a man take the lead.

"I need you," he breathed and captured my lips with his, our mouths devouring each other as if we were starving. He took his time undressing me, his fingers teasingly gliding over my skin as each piece of clothing fell away, leaving me completely naked and exposed. Then he led me to the bed and pushed me onto the soft sheets.

"Now spread your legs wide for me, present me what you have to offer," he whispered sensually in my ear. His lips brushed against my neck, trailing down my body with soft kisses. Slowly I opened my thighs for him.

"Further!" he ordered. I was parting my legs more, giving him a full view of my pussy. I was wet and slick. I was accepting his control and he knew it, I was fascinated how aroused I got.

"Do you wish to belong to me?" he murmured, his voice laced with raw desire.

"Yes, I do. I want to be yours," I said. Every word inflamed my senses even more. I was aroused beyond belief and the same time ashamed of my thoughts and desires. I looked at him, my stomach full of butterflies. He kissed and licked my legs as he moved his head between my spread thighs.

"Do you have any idea what I'm gonna do now?" he whispered.

I took a deep breath and said, "You're... you're gonna lick me."

He started to plant gentle kisses around my wet slit, each gentle caress of his lips igniting a fire inside me.

"I need to taste you, fuck, you have a perfect pussy," he whispered licking up and down my slit softly. Then his tongue moved to my clit and I gasped with pleasure. His finger slid into my pussy. He was enjoying me squirming. "Mmmm, you're delicious," he said as he slurped, tonguing my pussy.

"Ohhh, how good that feels," I moaned as he explored my pussy with an insatiable hunger. I started moving my hips to meet the thrusts of the finger in my cunt. For years I dreamed of being licked well. His pussy licking skills were hard to believe. His lips were wrapped around my clit and sucked on it. He really enjoyed eating me out.

"You want this. It excites you, doesn't it? Is this what you want? Will you show me your pussy whenever I tell you to?" he asked and I nodded.

Yeah, I knew I would do anything to satisfy his sexual fantasies. He was already pulling me into desires I didn't even know I had, making me embrace things I never thought I'd be into. With every touch, every whispered command, he unlocked parts of me I had kept hidden, parts I hadn't even imagined. I was desperate to be his good, obedient girl.

He kissed my labia like the lips on my mouth. I couldn't take it anymore. My moans grew louder as his tongue slid inside me, parting my labia. I felt something like this for the first time, none of my ex-boyfriends had ever licked me properly, being afraid of my vaginal sperm and my scent.

But he was different and he knew exactly how to draw out my pleasure. With every flick of his tongue, he opened up a world of sensations I never thought possible, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Just that you know, don't cum without my permission, I want to see how obedient you will be," he whispered. My body arched toward him instinctively.

He inhaled the smell of me, my pussy and my secretions, he sucked my clit with urgency while he fucked my pussy alternately with one or two fingers. He teased me with his tongue and fingers for what must have been an hour, stopping every time I was about to explode. Damn, how I loved how he tortured me. I pushed my naked wet cunt toward his mouth.

"Please, yesss, yesss. Lick me, lick me hard, give it to me. Do it! Eat me! Make me cum!" I whimpered. He sucked my clit, his fingers were doing their trick and I was close. My legs started to quiver. I felt his fingers deep inside me, suddenly a wave rolled through my body as my first orgasm overcame me. My legs clemped around his head and vibrated, my vaginal muscles clamping down on his fingers.

"That's incredible, fuck, I can't believe, you do know how to handle my pussy," I screamed with pleasure.

He leaned over me and his lips mashed to mine. I grabbed his shaft, it was the biggest cock I have ever seen and felt.

I knew I was going to get a fuck I would remember to my grave.

My pussy continued to pulsate and throbbed and contracted on its own. Despite my wetness, I knew his big cock would push hard against the edges of my pussy. He knelt between my legs, his eyes locked on mine. His hands caressed my thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned in closer.

"You're sooo big. Be gentle, I can't wait to feel you," I whispered expecting to feel the pressure of his dick against my wet and tight opening. My body ached for his penis, every inch of me desperate to feel him inside me.

I felt the tip of his bare cock as he slowly pushed against the lips of my dripping pussy. I knew it was time for me to finally get fucked properly by a cock again.

I felt his cockhead pushing, the tip slipping partially in, then pressing deeper inside of me, pushing against my walls as his shaft began to slide deeper inside of me. I gasped, as his cock made its way into my soaking pussy. When he finally entered me fully, it was as if the world stopped. I held my breath from the mix of pain followed by pleasure.

Then he started to push his cock all the way inside me, sliding in and out, so deep I could almost feel it against my stomach. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, driving me deeper into a haze of lust. His pace quickened, each thrust more powerful, more demanding.

Every stroke ended up deeper than any dick had ever been inside of me. My nails dug into his back as I held onto him. His hands roamed over my body. I moaned his name, my voice trembling with desire, urging him on, needing more.

Then he whispered, "I want to feel you come for me, now!"

His words were too much for me, my body responding to his command as the pleasure surged. The second orgasm tore through me like a flood, my body convulsed with pleasure. My pussy was tingling, bursts of liquid spewed out of me and I screamed as his cock pierced my pulsating vagina. I arched my back, pressing against him, desperate for more, for everything he could give. I began a loud moan that went on for several seconds.

"Yes, that's it... that's exactly what you need," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, watching me come undone beneath him, helpless and consumed by the intensity of his control.

"I want to feel you again, just like this." I gasped, looking at him dazedly. He smiled. He knew he had me now. We lay there for a few minutes, our bodies still tangled together. We kissed passionately, my breathing was heavy, my heart racing from the intensity of it all. His hand brushed lightly over my skin. slipped through my hair gently, and I closed my eyes.

My fingers trailed over his chest down to his cock and I knew the night was far from over for him, feeling him harden beneath my touch. His breath became uneven. I leaned down, stroking his dick firmly while I licked the cockhead and suckled his tip. His head fell back against the pillows, a deep groan escaping him, as I took control, guiding the moment. His cock twitched immediately as I began to suck on it.

I jerked and gave him the additional kick of a perfect oral service. My mouth was greedy, hot, and wet. I felt his body tense up, fueling also my desire. He watched me as I was giving head, I obediently sucked him, making eye contact to assess his reaction.

"That's too good," he moaned, "That's perfect."

He trailed off, gasping as pleasure consumed him. I was also moaning and clearly enjoying it. Being the one in power, having him completely at my mercy, excited me. I remembered how long it had been since I had given a blowjob. Hearing a man moan, knowing I was the one driving him to the edge, always made me horny. The rush of power in those moments, feeling him surrender to the pleasure I was giving, was an irresistible thrill. Since I had never let a man squirt his cum into my pussy, I had learned how to perfectly serve and satisfy a man with my mouth.

There was already precum on the tip of his cockhead and I tongued it away before taking his dick deeper. He managed it for longer than I would have thought possible. He placed his hands on my head and began to press me gently donwards. I knew what he wanted and needed.

"Sweety, I'm close, you're amazing. You don't need to do anything you don't want to," he moaned. His warning just made me stroke harder and slurped the head with more intensity.

Sure, I wanted and needed to swallow, to taste his seed. He had no idea that my first boyfriend taught me to swallow greedily. And always.

Then he went off, his semen squirting into my mouth. The first shot of warm cum landed on the middle of my tongue, then rope after rope. I knew what to do with what I had in my mouth. I whimpered with each pulse and swallowed as fast as I could, at least five times, to keep up. His cum shot mercilessly down my throat. I sucked the last drops out of his cock, then I trailed kisses up his body until I finally reached his face, my breath mingling with his as our eyes locked in an intimate embrace.

Then I kissed him, savoring the intoxicating mix of our desires. What thrilled me most was his boldness - he wasn't afraid to claim my lips, even after I had swallowed his sperm.

Instead, he deepened the kiss, a delicious reminder of our sex, tasting the remnants of our passion. It felt so intimate, so raw, and utterly liberating, as if we were sharing a secret that only we understood. We became one in the most primal sense. None of my previous lovers had ever wanted that. I felt so close to him now, I wanted to connect with him in every way. Exhausted, we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Five years have flown by. And here I was, standing on the rooftop terrace, the cool night air enveloping me. I was lost in bittersweet memories of passion and desire. The place that was once our sanctuary now felt like a prison of memories. I felt a twinge of longing mixed with sorrow. I realized we were at a crossroads - a moment that would define us both.

What had gone wrong? Was it too late to turn back?