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Chapter 6. London. Tiger territory.

I arrived to London late night. Seeing him on my way out of the taxi woke up vibrating energy inside of me. I found myself in his bedroom very soon. We both were feeling very hot (not sure because of weather or emotions). Complete darkness was romantically interacted by soft light of a few candles carefully put around the room. We could not stop kissing and my lion had thrown me on the bed showing his power, dominance and strong affection. His body had a smell of desire. I had to surrender and lose control over my head for a moment: those fluids were driving me crazy.

I was on my shark week, but we were missing each other to strong to care about details these small.

I was laying on my back when he had got on top of me. He lifted my left leg up and rolled the right one around his hips and ….he was in. My breath speeded up and my eyes were so wide: I was looking at him in favorite position; I was feeling him so big. I moved my butt back and forward in symphony with my best friend. The pressure of the situation forced my breasts up and down creating a wave and I could not keep my excitement inside any more: I screamed. I covered my mouth with my right hand and enjoyed the warmth of his body, scratching his ass and back. His will was on its pick, I felt it….I asked him to come……and he did, I closed my eyes in the thrill of great joy.

Morning coffee and a bit of cuddling put me into a perfect mood and I entered the museum of Victoria&Albert on South Keningston with a huge smile on my face. The special exhibition about the history of Italian fashion opened my curiosity box, delayed my exit by 4 hours and made me study the history of British fashion even more precise. My turn home facing two baskets of roses was a grand finale of the day.

Fashion, flowers, loving man and home cooked spaghetti bolognese. How could it be more perfect?

But the darkness of night prepared a different end for my day….. –Red, how do you feel about our relationship? ….and than he employed all the rational parts of his mind having a practical „adult” approach to „us”. Who came up with this practical approach to relationships at all?

My father says, where is a strong feeling there are no constrains.


There are plenty of good jobs around the world, but there are not so many good men.


In a panic I tried to answer all stated problems….He was reluctant to agree…..and very soon I understood that there was one solution for all problems, should we stop seeing each other. Next morning drama and crazy delicate sex put us right where we were before into happy mood of two who finally found the best fit, secretly in love with each other.

– Wow, my lion, where are you flying in 6 weeks?
– I may go to NY.
– Are you sure this airline flies to NY?
– Yes, of course…

No they do not. Instead they fly to Ibiza. He lied. I like to face problems, running away from them and lying is not really my thing. In my opinion when people start to lie to each other it means that their relationships are already dead, they just have not noticed yet, and it will definitely come sooner or later.


Chapter 5. London. Trafalgar Square.


– Red, I have been looking at the dates and realized that you have a free week before the exam….why would not you come over?

The day after I was trying to fit my overpacked suitcase on the handluggage shelf hastily chewing the last bit of airplane panino.

I took the key from the door man and walked into the flat. He was waiting for me there wearing shiny suit and inviting smile. Mr Big rushed from the business meeting to pay me a surprise… I fell on the couch feeling same time tired and affectionate. He came closer and my flirtatious mind could not think anything else but how to take care of my best friend. I pulled him closer to my face and took object of my obsession out of his pans. My best friend reacted immediately and arised in the most adorable way. I started to kiss him…first gently …playing with the end…than I moved down and reached his balls, …kissing and playing with them… I turned my attention back to my friend … and started to move, my tongue was stimulating the crown…and he was so deep in my mouth that I could not breath sheltering almost all of it… he took his phone and started to film. Something in my head still had some objections, but I killed it immediately and did not stop the game. I looked into his eyes and smiled still holding my best friend in my mouth… moving so fast… my left hand was stroking his balls…

and I started to lick him like the tastiest Italian gelato, rolling my eyes of pleasure… I guess I could do it forever… The film came up to be a sterling porno amusing my man in the tube on his way to Canary Wharf every morning.

The Saturday morning was the perfect moment to get lost in the London metro and made my friends and Mr Big wonder where I am for half an hour. Shortly after arriving and 3 bottles of prosseco I was almost sure that huge sign „ERECTED …” is an appropriate word to put on  every monument across shaded London. One more pot of Sangria and delicious sausage on the stick(I pick those the tastiest) became a final accord of the Borough market for the day and this time proper metro line took my lion, me and my old friend Bee to his sunny apartment on the Trafalgar Square.

The plan was to head to the Ice Bar where we had a reservation in a few hours. A short dialog performed by Mr Big convinced Bee to fall a sleep in the bedroom, so I could take care of my best friend straight away…

the door to bedroom was open widely and even my slight breath could wake her up. That did not stop me, I pushed him on the couch and got straight on top of him, I did not need kissing, I did not need any pre-game, everything I wanted was right there, on the couch, warm and hard.

I took him inside, quite and slowly. I love it loud, but not this time, this time this silence excited me even more, stimulating my desire and pushing my lower body back and forward and taking him as deep as never before. I felt him completely. He covered my mouth with his hand and I could not stop wailing:I love it! His other hand was moving my hips even faster…I dreamt about it! Go! …so deep that I could not take it and had to calm down… more! more! more! Faster! Yes, yes, yes!  …so deep and silly! I was riding him hard, occasionally stroking his delicate balls…enforcing the tension and rising the blood pressure of both of us to the human limits. The warmth of pleasure spilled over to  every cell of my body…

He was close … either was I, I bent … I felt the warmth … in my mouth …slowly spilling onto my cheeks.

Chapter 3. London

Thursday morning, bad mood started to evaporate, I made new plans for the weekend. Being a small girl I learnt very fast that 3-4 minutes of crying could help to move on and solve the problem faster. So I did, on Wednesday after 30 minutes call to British immigration office for an update about my visa status and understanding that late Thursday flight in the direction of Mr Big and his Ben was not going to happen.

– Wish I could get my hands on you tonight!

– Not only hands please..

–  Your friend has been looking for you 😉

– Bye Bye efficient work…

– How about an efficient distraction?

– Tell me more…

– Like about how I planed to take you from the back, how you love, on my terrace this weekend… come take me, in your mouth, how I like.

My fortune presented me my passport and fresh British visa on Friday morning! Should I leave? Well, lets look at it rationally, if I wanted to jump on my lion this weekend I had to leave immediately loosing afternoon interview and leaving my visiting friends alone…emmm, actually there was nothing to hold me! Express packing and two hours later I was boarding the plane. Ups! Probably informing my „best friend” about me approaching would be a good idea. So I sent a quick text and landed in London City airport a while later. Finding him should not be so difficult, except I did not have roaming and did not know his address. What I knew was that he lived in Trafalgar Square. Yes, right there, next to Big Ben and National Gallery (obviously he would never skip mentioning it in conversation with people he just met, but who would?) My heart beat was jumping nervously while I was getting closer to this historic Square, excitement did not leave me. I realized someone had grabed my hand and a suitcase! Thief? No! I would not survive being robbed one more time! I was ready to hit as strong as I could and I turned. I saw him, smiling and kissing me….what a quick relief! We walked into his apartment. Aaaaaaaaa! It was full of flowers and light and little memories from New York.

Oh, my American boy! Once again, who would not rape this guy straight ahead?

Evenings in London were surprisingly light, he took me to the candy shop…I meant m&m’s shop and immediately I was imaging myself swimming in all those chocolate delights naked…what a spoiled girl. Yes, just like he likes! We met his friend and friends’ girlfriend, as soon as you would expect we pursue a casual boring couples dinner. No, no, noooo! His friend is a magician

(I almost secretly regret my lion is not a magician, so he could show me all this impossible things in bed…and here I come to realize that may be he actually is a magician? A bed magician. If there would be a special field of science for it -how to make girl feel like she never did before – he would be a professor, even a program director, something like Damodaran for finance. No wonder they are friends.)

Coming back to dinner, as you imagine his friend made me feel stupid at least 25 times during this one and a half hour food consumption, but I walked out of the restaurant with a huge smile and a great doze of entertainment just in the middle of Soho.

Evening did not end at this point and we went to see the famous balls of the hotel W London lounge. Some more magicians came to join us and we ended up clubbing. Drunk and horny – best words to describe my state of mind back then, or actually it is my permanent state of mind. We took a tuc tuc(or if you want it fancy – biketaxi) from the hotel to Trafalgar Square(I know it is hard to believe, but I suspect he should have been tried walking on the high heels once in his life – he does perfectly feel the moment when it starts to hurt, always!) ending up in couples once again. We climb the stairs to his apartment, turn on the music, open another bottle. Models and bottles, dream of every investment banker, hahaha, guys you have chosen the wrong profession, you just have to be a magician! This blond skinny girl started to dance, getting closer to me. A few minutes and she asks if she could kiss me… I tried to stay relaxed, but my head has immediately started to perform scenario analyses. So, she is beautiful, definitely the girl you want to kiss, and furthermore thoughts about it are kind of sexy. But just to underline: thoughts! Not the action itself, I imagined us kissing, than taking our clothe off, and guys would just watch and get excited and then might be action would involve one or both of them. On my mind this is where sexuality crosses with vulgarity.

It is exciting but dirty enough to make me feel disgusted.

I said no. No, you can not kiss me. Huh, seems I had avoid the problem, but nope. This girl was just restless, she jumped on the couch and started passionately kissing her man. At the same time, my man looked so astonishing that I could not stop my drunk body from getting on him. He slides his hand under my dress and skillfully opens two wretched buttons on the bottom of my lingerie. Blood hits my head and not only, I can not stop licking his tongue. My want becomes stronger and wet and warm environment seems to attract him to. The only thing stops me: we are in the same room with these other people…

My high curiosity level brought me on his terrace and made me make a discovery – BBQ! This recent discovery resulted in a bbq party, if you could call 6 people hanging out next to the table and eating endless number of steaks a party. Lots of vine and food, and talk, and dirty dishes afterwards 😛 My vine romance did not impact me in the good way putting me into a terrifying mood…he adjusted immediately. So after 2 hours of being „frankly” and sad I accidentally realized how horny I was… he adjusted immediately. During the next few seconds I was completely naked and eager.

I want him to get behind me and slide in deeeep. I start my moan, then he pulls my hair with my head against the wall and start going hard and deep, while slapping my ass and pulling me towards him by my neck! I scream!!! Louder! We wake the neighbors! I ask him to go deeper at the same time shouting how I love it so much….I love it! He grabs my hips and thrust deep inside. I dreamt about it! He is so deep that I can not take it and have to calm down the lion… Mix of Faster! Move! Yes, yes, yes! I love it! Deep! Hard! And silly! More! More more more! is disturbing neighbors. Now, I go on top and he is my slave, just for a moment. I bite his chest and move forward, and back, and then up and down. First slowly, than faster and very fast. Stroking his balls and than I command him to pull my hair and stand up…take me on top! He plays with my breasts while I am working out! Running his fingers along the back…I am kissing him. He answers passionately kissing my lips, one hand behind my neck, the other on my ass pushing me harder into my best friend…