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"My First Blow Job! - It was unstoppable drive!"
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The notion of getting married had never crossed my mind before I knew Alex; after all, I was just 18-year-old when I met him; besides, my mind was actually preoccupied mostly with two things, traveling and painting. I was dreaming of visiting Paris, London, and others of those magnificent places. That was probably the reason I became infatuated with Alex, because he was interested also in traveling.
On the other hand, it occurred to me--due to what I saw from my brothers, friends, and my older sister husband--that men aren't really interested in woman as a person. They're more interested in their pals, sports, drinking, and showing off their prowess with girls.
The only time I danced with a boy, he was interested in showing off and winking to his friends more than looking to me.
When I was about to marry Alex I was keen to get more information about men; nonetheless, all the information I could get from my rather conservative mother was that man will love the woman who cooks something he likes and wouldn't object to go to bed whenever he wants. Moreover, what I learned from my married sister was that sex is going to be painful in the first time, but I'll get used to it; I just have to follow my instinct.
On my wedding night I didn't understand the urgency in what Alex wanted to do. When I felt he had difficulty entering me, I was so naive that I suggested we wait to the next day; nevertheless, he persisted politely, and eventually we did it the same night.
Alex, in fact, was different than what my mother told me about men. He wanted a responsive woman, and he was sure that I have such sensitive feelings that could be channeled and directed towards sensuality. Actually, t turned out that he had a plan to stimulate my sexual desire.
One day he led me to stand facing my full size dresser mirror, embraced me from behind, and asked me how much I regard my body. I told him I looked to my full nakedness only once in my adult life, and that was few months ago when I agreed to marry him. Simply, I wasn't impressed by my rather slim young body, compared to my sisters.
"You've a nice body! You should be aware of that!" Alex said, "It's ripe, has the right proportions, and it's ready to blossom and blow out."
I was sure he was flattering.
He kept doing that on intervals, while denoting the changes in my body--which was amusing to me.
After few months of marriage, my body's transformation was noticeable, and Alex developed a kind of body stimulation rituals.
He would hold me from behind, facing the mirror, cups my tits in his hands and tells me how they're just the right size and perfect shape; then he would move his hands on my belly and admires its flatness and softness; then he would tighten his grip on my waist and points out how the fingers of both hands can touch each other.
He would move his hands carefully along the curves on the sides of my body--starting from my armpit going down--pressing on my waist, then he moves his hands on my hips and shake it vigorously in opposite directions, right hand up, left hand down, or right hand forward, left hand backward, and diagonally, sending ripples of loose flesh around my bottom.
Or, he would roll me over on my belly, face down, on the bed, stark naked of course, and lie next to me---propping his head with his hand and positioning his face so he would be looking closely at my butt. Then he moves his palm gently and very slowly on my butt, tracing the rise and fall of its roundness, with intervals of sniffing or kissing just the softness of my butt cheeks.
I liked the feeling of his warm hands on my body and butt, but in the beginning I found it funny.
One day I couldn't hold my giggling, "You look like someone peering into a crystal ball? Can you tell my fortune from my butt?"
"Yes, I see a long red fleshy road ahead of you, and it ends with a circle and a fountain spurting white hot water," He said, "You know, your butt is so milk white and silk smooth that when it is sweaty I could see the reflection of my face on it."
I ought to say that his plan was very successful. It became a habit to me to look at my body in the mirror to see that my tits are still in shape; my waist stays as slim as it used to be; and I turn around to see that my butt is getting round, fleshy, soft, and as white as possible. It also made every part of my body--particularly my butt--very sensitive to the slightest touch.
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We had been married for less than a year when Alex quit his job and went into the import-export business with one of his friends called Andre. Andre was a rich man who lived abroad, and for some reasons he didn't want to be visible in the company's contract; so he assigned his younger brother, Joe, to represent him on papers and in the management.
Joe was a handsome young man, and he was about my age.
The new business required Alex to travel a lot. He used to take three to seven days trip a couple of times every month, and in the beginning I used to travel with him, to take care of his secretarial chores. After a while, we decided that I should complete my university study; so I got enrolled in the college again and stopped traveling with him.
Consequently, our sex encounters--which became a very important part of my life--were getting sparser, and a nagging question kept buzzing in my head, "What Alex's doing about sex while he's traveling?"
My thought was if I can stay without sex for seven days, Alex wouldn't stand one day without sex.
That doesn't mean I could stay for seven days without thinking about Alex, or the touch of his hot dick, or how he hugs me, kiss's me, undress's me, caress's me, or enters me. Unfortunately, all I could do was to try to immerse my mind in my study, or go to sleep, or sit and cry.
One day I visited my married sister, and our conversation drifted to what I'm doing while Alex is traveling and if I miss him.
"Oh sister, I miss Alex very...very much." I said, "You can't imagine what I feel. I feel gripping in my stomach every time I think about him."
"I know...I know...Oh my poor child, you're in dangerous condition!" She laughed with sympathy, "and what are you doing about that?"
"Nothing, what can I do? I sit and cry!" I said, "I never thought my emotions will be so messed up, or I could have such burning feelings, particularly in my lower half!"
"My god! Do...you...do something with your...I mean do you play with yourself down there?" She stammered, "I mean do you masturbate?"
"No, I never thought about that." I said, "I may have grabbed myself down there to stop that aching feeling, or that what I thought I could do, but that's all!"
"Oh...Nadia...I don't know how all of that happened so fast!" She said, "The way you were thinking and conducting your life didn't look like you'll ever get married. I couldn't imagine you'll marry one day, then suddenly you are married and sunk in love up to your ears!"
"I didn't either!" My voice chocked. "I never cared to know about men, or sex, or even look to my body!"
"Well, you will soon find out that masturbation is the closest thing to sex. There is no harm in playing with yourself to quench the fire you could feel in your heart, or actually what you feel below your heart...huh," she said, "but don't get carried away and make the mistake a lot of women make."
"What mistake?" I asked.
