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Chapter 1. Madrid

Looking at this picture kept smile on my face through the whole morning. Yes, this is a picture of a hill, more likely even mountain raising out of his underwear with an attached text:

“Oh I seem to be excited this morning”

Good strategy, boy! Light tickles run all over my pleasure point, again. Well, finally it was a day, when we planed to meet in Madrid for a “sex weekend” thing. Let me explain you: in general meaning of sex weekend is quite suggestive, but just to clarify, it is 3 days of drunk and careless sightseeing.

In pursuit of happiness I did finally leave beautiful Valencia, where I came a day earlier to relax on the beach.

I have never been to Madrid before and obviously, as every self-confident woman I had no doubt in my attractiveness, but just to make sure I put on Miss Dior, Jimmy Choo and the shortest dress in my wardrobe. Who goes to a new city without a pair of high heels?

I met him in the lobby of a 5-star hotel right in the city center with such an incredible view as it is possible in Madrid. What should I say, good habits. We walked into the room: lots of mirrors, colorful lights, big window and a glassdoor to the bathroom – perfect environment for crazy sex.

But shhhhh, we were sophisticated business people not the silly animals ripping their clothes immediately, yet.

This was the awkward moment of me jumping on the bed, like a little girl smiling to him. What was next? We started our alcohol romance.

There was unspoken agreement between us to bring a bottle of vine to the room, so we could start drinking as soon as possible.

After a bottle, he started to take his clothe off. Stop! He was just changing for a dinner, without any intention to show me an ideal 6-pack and constantly hard, since we met in the lobby, “best friend” of mine. It got itchy… I realized my breast was getting higher and those crazy nipples could not calm down picking at him! Time to leave for a dinner.

No! I would not let him out of the room just like this. I was horny and I had to do something with it. I had no sex for 2 weeks! I sat on the chair, pretended tired and drunk (last I did not pretend). He came closer, just a moment and I pulled him into me. Yes, perfect height, just on a “head” level. My “best friend” was even more excited, I unzipped pans (it does not come easy when they are so tight), pushed my hand in and my tongue slightly touched the very end…