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This was different. For the first time this was not just a fantasy with no means of becoming true, I was having the real thing . pornforvip.top There was a man in my home whom I did everything with I imagined couples would do. We cooked together (well to be honest he did most of the cooking, I am horrible at it), we fooled around, played games, we watched our series and got drunk together. Well not everything couples would do quite yet, we did not make out and we did not have sex. On the other hand I was having lots of sex with myself. Those two and a half months until early June may well be the masturbational peak of my life. You might have guessed already and I also knew from girl talk with my friends that I am normally not what you would call a sexual active person. I can go on for weeks or even months without feeling the need to touch me. When I pleasure myself without watching porn or reading sex stories, I never fantasize about people having sex with me. I always invent characters whom I then watch living out my fantasies. Most of the time I have this innocent, inexperienced girl who gets seduced by her much older boss or professor. Sometimes my fantasies get violent. Like, I have this young, slutty Hartz 4 woman (This is what we call long term unemployed people in Germany or people who have never worked and just live of state welfare) who always dresses in a teasing way, wearing short skirts and tight clothes attracting the unwanted attention of some criminal clans members who then abduct, rape and humilitae her. I guess I am just weird like that. With Matze it was different. While I was rubbing myself off and dildoing my pussy alone in bed after he went home ( sometimes I immediately started when we had hugged and kissed ourselves goodby and I had closed the entrance door behind him), I was thinking about how it would be to have him beside me and inside me, how his hands would feel on my skin and his tongue in my mouth. In the beginning I tried to justify my feelings and tell myself that it was not that bad. I had a crush on him and it would go away, everything would be like it had always been between him, Nadine and me. But then I realized I got jealous when the three of us were hanging out together. As I have written earlier on Tuesday we were usually meeting at my place and on Thursdays I cycled over to their apartment. We met at around noon and stayed together until the late hours of the evening. Nadine would normally return from work at around 7PM, sometimes she would watch an episode of DS9 with us, chatting a little about whats going on before retreating to relax for herself. Sometimes she would stay with us for the remainder of the night cuddling under the blanket with her husband, kissing him. I absolutely detested it and tried to concentrate on the running episode but it felt like someone was poking a needle through my heart. The next thing I am especially not proud of. In June I started to fantasize about how it would be like if Nadine was dead. Sometimes it would be a sudden accident and she got run over by a truck on her way home from the office, sometimes she would be diagnosed with cancer and die within weeks, were I stayed by her side until the end together with Matze. But, and this is a horrible thing to confess, I also dreamed about killing her myself. I really made plans in my mind how I could lure her into dangerous situations to murder her and make it look like an accident. In any of those fantasies, after her death, Matze was heartbroken and I was there for him, consoling him and bringing him back to live with my love until he realized that he, too, had always loved me without being able to admit it.

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