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This is my story: "I banged the beach god"
Left for a sad solo vacation, Flore (whore) is having the time of her life, thanks to a strange boy who is determined to make all women happy!
One afternoon, I was reading when I noticed a strange sight. A tall, thin, handsome guy in swim trunks, about 30 years old, was walking up and down the beach, approaching all the girls alone on the sand. I didn't know what he was saying to them, but while some just shook their heads in response, others got really mad. Intrigued, I wondered if he would come and talk to me too. He did indeed come closer. Up close, he was even more handsome: finely drawn muscles, evenly tanned skin, a face framed by golden curls from salt and sun, and a look of unsettling intensity. A living summer fantasy. He crouched down in front of me: "Hi, my name is Christopher," he began, in a deep voice with a slight Scandinavian accent. "Hi, I'm flore," I replied, waiting for the rest. "Nice to meet you. Do you want to fuck?"
I burst out laughing. Funny way to start. Impassive, he continued to stare at me, smiling. I shrugged and went back to my novel. But he didn't move. Was he serious? I looked at him again. "It's a real proposal, no risk, no commitment. Nothing but fun," he confirmed in a light tone. I replied, politely, "That's nice, but no, thanks." Without insisting, he got up and went on his way. I saw him hook up with two more girls. No luck. But a third, after exchanging a few minutes with him, picked up her stuff and followed suit. I followed them in disbelief as they headed for the dune. Two hours later - I hadn't moved, except to cool off in the waves - the girl came back, with a languid step, her hair in a mess and her face blooming... Visibly happy and fulfilled. I could not believe it. In the evening, in the too quiet house, I could not find sleep. I tossed and turned in my bed, chased by Christopher's intense gaze, thinking over and over again about his proposal.
The next day, I naturally put my towel down in exactly the same place, hoping he would come by again... Around 11 o'clock, I spotted him by his nonchalant walk. As he approached me, he recognized me. "You were already here yesterday. You know what I'm going to ask you. Are you interested today?" I only answered "yes". I got up and followed him. "My name is Christopher," he repeated. "Yes, my name is Flore." "You'll see, you won't regret it," he promised me. He exuded as much confidence as benevolence, and it was with complete confidence that I put my hand in his. We walked a little further into the forest, behind the dune.
"In the middle of the woods in a scent of resin, delivered to this stranger, with the insects buzzing around, I had a powerful orgasm."
When we were far enough away from the coastal paths, he stuck me against a tree and started kissing me sensually, while sliding two fingers into my panties, working his way between my lips. I was already very wet. He pulled down my shirt. While holding my hands against the trunk of the tree, he knelt down and began to caress me with small strokes of his tongue. In the middle of the woods in a scent of resin, delivered to this stranger, with the insects buzzing around me, I had a first and powerful orgasm.
Smiling, he got up and finished undressing me, before spreading his bath sheet on the pine needles that lined the floor. He took off his shorts. His sex, circumcised and well-proportioned, was already stretched. He approached me and let me caress him for a few moments, roaming his penis, titillating the glans, brushing his testicles. When I bent down to take it in my mouth, he shook his head, "Wait." He pulled on a condom and invited me to lie down. While kissing me, in the neck, on the breasts, on the mouth, he penetrated me by spreading my legs. His gestures were precise and delicate. He led the dance and I let me involve. He varied the positions, sought those which filled me more, surprised me by alternating the rhythm and the depth of his penetrations, multiplied the feelings... Each time he felt me on the verge of cumming, he slowed down the pace, to prolong and increase my pleasure. Between the arms of this lover as expert as attentive, I abandoned myself as I had never done it. Two orgasms later, we got dressed, then separated, exchanging a simple "thank you". I felt amazing. That evening, I thought about Vincent, my ex, and his attraction to porn standards: ritualized sequencing of positions, systematic spanking and de rigueur fellatio - in contrast to the obligation to "cum at the same time," which he found "romantic. Well in his body, Christopher, him, preached a pleasure generously offered and really shared. From my little bed, in the too quiet house, I decided that, from now on, I would always ask for as much.
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www.elle.fr
IT'S FUCKING OVER INCELS AND NORMIES, JUST KILL YOURSELF AT THIS POINT, YOU HAVE NO CHANCES
Left for a sad solo vacation, Flore (whore) is having the time of her life, thanks to a strange boy who is determined to make all women happy!
One afternoon, I was reading when I noticed a strange sight. A tall, thin, handsome guy in swim trunks, about 30 years old, was walking up and down the beach, approaching all the girls alone on the sand. I didn't know what he was saying to them, but while some just shook their heads in response, others got really mad. Intrigued, I wondered if he would come and talk to me too. He did indeed come closer. Up close, he was even more handsome: finely drawn muscles, evenly tanned skin, a face framed by golden curls from salt and sun, and a look of unsettling intensity. A living summer fantasy. He crouched down in front of me: "Hi, my name is Christopher," he began, in a deep voice with a slight Scandinavian accent. "Hi, I'm flore," I replied, waiting for the rest. "Nice to meet you. Do you want to fuck?"
I burst out laughing. Funny way to start. Impassive, he continued to stare at me, smiling. I shrugged and went back to my novel. But he didn't move. Was he serious? I looked at him again. "It's a real proposal, no risk, no commitment. Nothing but fun," he confirmed in a light tone. I replied, politely, "That's nice, but no, thanks." Without insisting, he got up and went on his way. I saw him hook up with two more girls. No luck. But a third, after exchanging a few minutes with him, picked up her stuff and followed suit. I followed them in disbelief as they headed for the dune. Two hours later - I hadn't moved, except to cool off in the waves - the girl came back, with a languid step, her hair in a mess and her face blooming... Visibly happy and fulfilled. I could not believe it. In the evening, in the too quiet house, I could not find sleep. I tossed and turned in my bed, chased by Christopher's intense gaze, thinking over and over again about his proposal.
The next day, I naturally put my towel down in exactly the same place, hoping he would come by again... Around 11 o'clock, I spotted him by his nonchalant walk. As he approached me, he recognized me. "You were already here yesterday. You know what I'm going to ask you. Are you interested today?" I only answered "yes". I got up and followed him. "My name is Christopher," he repeated. "Yes, my name is Flore." "You'll see, you won't regret it," he promised me. He exuded as much confidence as benevolence, and it was with complete confidence that I put my hand in his. We walked a little further into the forest, behind the dune.
"In the middle of the woods in a scent of resin, delivered to this stranger, with the insects buzzing around, I had a powerful orgasm."
When we were far enough away from the coastal paths, he stuck me against a tree and started kissing me sensually, while sliding two fingers into my panties, working his way between my lips. I was already very wet. He pulled down my shirt. While holding my hands against the trunk of the tree, he knelt down and began to caress me with small strokes of his tongue. In the middle of the woods in a scent of resin, delivered to this stranger, with the insects buzzing around me, I had a first and powerful orgasm.
Smiling, he got up and finished undressing me, before spreading his bath sheet on the pine needles that lined the floor. He took off his shorts. His sex, circumcised and well-proportioned, was already stretched. He approached me and let me caress him for a few moments, roaming his penis, titillating the glans, brushing his testicles. When I bent down to take it in my mouth, he shook his head, "Wait." He pulled on a condom and invited me to lie down. While kissing me, in the neck, on the breasts, on the mouth, he penetrated me by spreading my legs. His gestures were precise and delicate. He led the dance and I let me involve. He varied the positions, sought those which filled me more, surprised me by alternating the rhythm and the depth of his penetrations, multiplied the feelings... Each time he felt me on the verge of cumming, he slowed down the pace, to prolong and increase my pleasure. Between the arms of this lover as expert as attentive, I abandoned myself as I had never done it. Two orgasms later, we got dressed, then separated, exchanging a simple "thank you". I felt amazing. That evening, I thought about Vincent, my ex, and his attraction to porn standards: ritualized sequencing of positions, systematic spanking and de rigueur fellatio - in contrast to the obligation to "cum at the same time," which he found "romantic. Well in his body, Christopher, him, preached a pleasure generously offered and really shared. From my little bed, in the too quiet house, I decided that, from now on, I would always ask for as much.
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Podcast - C'est mon histoire : « Je me suis tapé le dieu de la plage » - Elle
Partie pour de tristes vacances en solo, Flore s'éclate comme jamais, grâce à un drôle de garçon bien décidé à rendre toutes les femmes heureuses !
www.elle.fr
IT'S FUCKING OVER INCELS AND NORMIES, JUST KILL YOURSELF AT THIS POINT, YOU HAVE NO CHANCES
