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Partone andtwo. (sorry for bad grammar or weird phrasing, english is not my first language) So, after our sexy pictures of girls last hookup I'm back to where I live, hundreds of miles from him, and I start seeing someone else there. Being of the faithful kind I tell him that we need to stop writing to each other. He obliges, at first. But one day I start receiving texts again. I'm trying not to answer but my current relationship is way less exciting than what we had and it's hard to resist. In the end I realize that his texts arouse me more than my actual boyfriend -which is not a good sign- so I end my relationship and tell him I'll be coming to my hometown a few weeks later for holidays and that we should hook up. His answer is unexpected, he tells me we can't meet because he has a girlfriend. Sonofabitch! Okay well, that sucks. The thing is, he keeps texting me. As I said I'm of the faithfull (and of the don't do what you don't want done to you) type so I tell him we can't keep this on. But the texts keep coming and I'm weak so at one point I stop resisting. Now I'm his bitch and a whore. It's now been one year since we met, months since we last saw each other and for the following years we write to each other on and off but don't meet again. I ask him a few more times to stop writing but also beg him on multiple occasions (when I'm back home visiting family) to fuck me senseless. He doesn't do either. In the meantime I move from the other side of the country to the other side of the planet. The messages were fucking intense from the beginning but somehow it keeps getting better. We know each other perfectly by now (we can make each other hard/wet in a couple words) and I am letting go more and more of my inhibitions and shyness. Out of the blue someday he writes that he loves me. I think I came a little just reading the words (I know it's just words but heck hot girls porn it works for me, I love it). From then on we start mixing dirty talk and sweet talk and I'm totally into it, I am hooked (just to pretend I wasn't from the very beginning). The guilt with the girlfriend situation is fucking terrible but the tension and desire and the whole thing altogether is too much to resist so I keep finding excuses and convincing myself that I am not a whore and we keep it going. In the beginning we would sometimes stay a couple months without writing but after a while we couldn't go weeks without it and we would exchange a hundred emails in a couple days when we were at it. We couldn't help it. We have a hour jetlag so morning is evening and vice/versa, meaning when he's horny at night and writes to me I'm often starting my day at work, and fuck I love imagining him fucking the living hell out of me on my desk. Well, this is nice and all but I desperately need to see and feel him again. and a half years after our last encounter I come home unexpectedly (family matter) for a week and beg to see him. He ends up saying yes but giving our history I'm pretty sure he's gonna bail on me. When he texts me "I'm on my way" I don't really believe it and when I buzz him in the building I still haven't fully realized. So when I open my apartment door (in my bra and thongue) and see him sexier than ever, I kinda freeze. He steps in closing the door behind him and like the first time we met there's kind of a pause. I'm standing there hot sexy nude girls just looking at him thinking "he's here, he's handsome, he's gonna fuck me". Without a word he comes closer, grabs my head between his hands ever so gently and kisses me like I have never been kissed before. Imagine and a half years of built up desire condensed in one kiss. It's incredible. I lean against the wall and pull him closer. I can feel his cock throbbing against me as our bodies press against one another. While kissing my face, ears, neck and whatever he can reach he's murmuring how fucking beautiful I am and how much he missed me. We start getting all over each other, hands everywhere. Somehow we manage to move away from the door and into the living room, my underwear getting lost on the way. I start unbuttonning his pants and take them all the way down to his ankles as I quickly get on my knees. As I already stated in my previous posts I LOVE giving head and it has never been as good as with him (he tells me nobody makes him lose his mind like I do so I guess it's reciprocated). It's amazing to feel him in my mouth after dreaming and fantasazing about it for so many months. He starts moaning and swearing, scratching my back and pulling my hair. He's losing control. God it's good. He regains enough of his mind to pull me up on my feet and we kiss deeply for a while with our hands everywhere. I let myself fall on my back on the couch, pulling him over me. Like our first time he gets inside me in one thrust and god it feels AMAZING. fucking months! I am completely losing my mind. I started coming as soon as he got inside me but it just keeps getting more intense. I have my hands in his hair, on his back, on his butt, I have to grab something. He is pounding me, massaging and sucking my breasts, kissing me, the whole time saying how sexy I am, how he missed his little slut, how he loves me and how lucky he is. He can't shut up and keeps uttering "fuck" every now and then in between sighs, like he can't help it. I even have to cover his mouth a few times because he's fucking loud. I love it. It makes the whole thing ever more intense (It's a huge turn on to feel him losing control over me). He finally locks his eyes in mine and in one last deep thrust I feel the sweet release of his cum filling me up. I wish this would last longer. I'd love to feel his cock contract and his cum flow inside me for hours. I don't know, I just love it. After dying a little and coming back to life we moved to the bedroom and started getting freaky again. I don't recall how everything went down because my mind was not to be found at the time but I know I sucked him passionately and he ate me eagerly, I rode him (turning my back at him) his hands groping my breasts and I got on all four to enjoy my pussy being dismantled from behind... We couldn't have enough of each other. Unfortunately it did have to end. We ate pizza while talking about the universe, he got back to his relationship and I got back to the other side of the world.. This was one year ago, we saw each other a couple more times around Xmas and as of today we're still writing to each other. I can't seem to convince myself that he's not right for me (he's still with his girlfriend). The other day I woke up to "I had the bad idea to think of you and seconds later my cock is rock hard and I want to fuck you like a whore". I can't help it, I nude hot girls fucking love him to pieces. As gay Gyllenhaal said "I wish I knew how to quit him"... hecallsmesexgodess