A banal story

Dana

@dana1671119022 · 21 Mar 2022

A banal story

“You don't mean that? Did he really demand that from you?'Shocked my girlfriend looks at me. 'That's not normal, that's too bizarre for words. Asking someone to lie down on the tram tracks in bikini, as proof of love. You didn't go into this, sure, you did let him know that in the future you don't want to meet such ridiculous demands again?'
“Calm down, I'm not totally crazy. I've only responded to half. In a bikini, pffft, if you want. No, I keep my bare belly for a special occasion. So far, I've only been on track in my swimsuit.'
'Serious?'Chantal doesn't know what to make of it, she looks at me, I do make fun of it more often, she secretly hates this. I know. Continue in a calming tone.
“Shall I tell you that my bare belly has already been deflowered?'
“Huh,” she reacts, her eyes are splashing open causing her pupils to dilate. By the word “deflowered,” she immediately suspects sex-related matters, but what something like that has to do with my belly confuses her of course.
“You've taken my suggestions to heart?“Hopeful, she looks at me questioningly. 'While the single 'Je't Aime' was on the car radio, you exploited it in the backseat, and ranting like animals.'Chantal radiates with pleasure.
“No, not quite.“I ignore the disappointing look in her eyes. “He applied the toilet paper method to me.'
“Huh, was that again?'
I explain.
“He has spread my legs and tied my ankles with toilet paper to the bars of the bed.'
“What kind of sweetness is that? What brand of toilet paper is so strong that your legs stay stuck?'
“That's just the beautiful. In order for the method to work properly, you have to stay very still and that gave him the opportunity to use his tools in a good way. He dipped it in the pot, and the hair stroked my.'
“Hey, stop, I'm no longer pulling this. Just naming things by their name, Dana, say for my part, his pielemans, he put in my pleasure cave.'
“Chantal! Foei. Why do you always have to make it so banal. Anyway, you your sentence, I'll call it the tools by name. He dipped his painter's brush in the paint pot and with utmost precision, he pulled it back and forth over the tightly stretched skin of my virgin belly. What a pleasure that was, I can still feel the hair tickle right now. Do you want to see the artwork?'
Chantal shakes her head back and forth.
'No good gasp, that new flame of yours, give me the neighbor, at least you knew that it would end up with sex, instead of so much nonsense.'

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