A Memorable Birthday in November: A Look Back
A Memorable Birthday in November: A Look Back
It’s been a long time since my last blog post, and I apologize for that. In the future I will try to publish my blogs more often.
A few weeks ago, a man who had visited me many times – though our last date was several years ago – suddenly contacted me out of the blue:
I have been thinking back to the wonderful times we shared. When your warm, wide smile and your gentle, romantic character with your elegant femininity come to mind, I can't help but smile. Those memories have stayed with me over the years. I'd love to create new ones with you - it has been so long since we met! 🥰
The continuation of our conversation led to a text he wrote for my blog.
I thought for a long time about sharing this text with you. It’s exciting and beautiful, but unfortunately, it was heavily touched by artificial intelligence. While using AI to write texts has become a trend, a self-written text may be less advanced, but it is sincere and honest. Also this story is quite long, and honestly I had some difficulties understanding it.
Finally November has arrived – the month when the date described in the text happened – and I have decided to publish it after all. So let’s begin reading.
But before we begin, I need to admit that in this blog post I promised not to write long blogs anymore. However, since this text wasn’t written by me and I’ll only be adding a few comments, I hope you’ll forgive me and enjoy this long read.
The wind outside roared like a wild beast, its icy breath sending snowflakes dancing through the air, sharp and relentless as they whipped against my face. Each gust seemed to drive the cold deeper into my bones, as people around me hunched against the storm, their figures blurred by the swirling snow. But as I climbed the stairs to your door, every step seemed to thrum with the pulse of anticipation, the warmth of excitement battling the chill that had settled in my skin.
I paused for a moment, drawing in a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs as I raised my hand to knock. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited, each second stretching out in an eternity of desire and nerves. Then, like a whisper in the night, I heard the soft, rhythmic click of high heels approaching the door. The handle turned, and as the door opened, there you were!
I remember that evening; despite the storm, the feeling of anticipation was so strong.
You stood framed in the doorway, your presence like a burst of warmth against the winter’s cold. The deep red of your dress hugged your curves, revealing just enough to set my pulse racing. The small black bikini underneath teased with its contrast, and the silver high heels you wore accentuated the length and elegance of your legs. “Come in, darling,” you said, your voice a soft, seductive invitation as you wrapped your arms around me, pulling me into the comfort of your embrace. The scent of your perfume, rich and sensual, wrapped around me like a velvet ribbon, pulling me deeper into the moment. Our eyes met, and in that silent connection, our lips slowly closed the distance. The first touch was gentle, a soft caress, a kiss that felt like an unspoken promise. As we pulled back, you leaned away just enough for me to admire the full effect of your beauty, a quiet moan escaping your lips as you whispered, “Happy Birthday!”
And seeing you made this cold night warmer.
The room beyond was bathed in a warm, golden glow, the light from dozens of candles flickering softly, casting playful shadows on the walls. Red candles and tea lights dotted the space, their flames dancing in time with the slow, sensual rhythm of the music that played softly in the background. It felt like stepping into another world—a world where warmth, comfort, and desire intertwined. “You can take off your shoes,” you said, a playful note in your voice, as my eyes roamed over the delicate curves of your silhouette. The shadows seemed to cling to your figure, highlighting every line and dip, making you look like a work of art—powerful, confident, and impossibly sensual, like a sleek sports car poised for speed.
“When you messaged me earlier, I was at the market,” you continued, your voice a soft hum in the candlelit space. “It was packed, so many people in the food court—over a thousand, maybe! Have you ever been?” I could only laugh and tell you that they must have all been there to catch a glimpse of your beauty. Your laughter rang out, light and melodic, and you leaned in to kiss me again, a sweet, teasing peck that left me craving more.
To be honest, I don’t remember that conversation; for me it doesn’t seem to fit into this story.
I pulled you close, feeling the warmth of your body against mine as you leaned back slightly, offering your neck to me. My lips brushed against your skin, tasting the faint saltiness of your perfume as I traced a path with my tongue, eliciting a soft, surprised moan from you. My hands found their way to your breasts, full and inviting beneath the delicate fabric of your dress, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch you, to feel the softness of your skin.
“Do you want to take a shower, or have you already?” you asked, and I eagerly took the opportunity to refresh myself. The shower was a haven of warmth, the heated floor a luxurious touch against the chill that lingered in my bones. The scent of expensive shower gels filled the air, their fragrance mingling with the steam as I stood under the hot spray, letting the warmth seep into my skin.
When I emerged, towel wrapped around my waist, you were waiting by the mirror, your hips swaying gently from side to side as you admired your reflection. The light caught the curve of your smile, making it shine with a brilliance that took my breath away. From where I stood, I could see the full length of your body—your toned legs, the curve of your hips, the elegant line of your back. It was a sight that made my heart race and my thoughts swirl with desire.
Seeing you going out of the shower, I felt excitement—the evening was just beginning.
Come here, sweetheart,” you beckoned, and I couldn’t resist. Slowly, I approached, feeling the pull of your presence like a magnet. When our lips met again, it was with a hunger that had been building from the moment I walked through the door. This was what I had dreamed of—an evening with you, filled with romance, passion, and a connection that felt deeper than anything I’d ever known. As our bodies pressed together, my hands explored the smoothness of your back, the curve of your hips, the strength in your thighs, and the warmth of your breasts, your nipples already hard under my touch.
“Turn around, baby,” I whispered in your ear, guiding you with gentle hands. You responded immediately, pressing your hips back against mine, the towel doing little to hide my growing arousal. Slowly, I brushed your dark hair aside, exposing the soft skin of your neck, and planted delicate kisses there. “Yes, ohhh yes,” you murmured, your voice filled with pleasure as I continued my tender assault. You shivered under my touch, your body responding to every kiss, every caress, as I took my time savoring the moment.
Reading your words brings back warm memories; was that your intention?
“Show me your friend,” you whispered, turning around with the grace of a dancer. You started at my neck, trailing kisses down my chest, your lips warm and soft as they traveled lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When you finally pulled the towel away, revealing my full erection, you took it into your mouth with a skill that made me groan with pleasure. Your hands on my hips held me steady as your tongue and lips worked their magic, the sensation almost too intense to bear. My hand found its way to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as I gently urged you deeper, your pace quickening as you took me fully into your mouth. It was a sensation like no other, one that left me on the edge of control, desperate to hold on just a little longer.
But then you stood, and with the elegance of a goddess, you stripped away your dress and bikini, revealing the perfection of your body. My breath caught in my throat as I admired the sight before me—your curves, your strength, your beauty all on display, a vision of feminine power and grace. You took my hand and led me to the bed, our bodies coming together in a dance of passion and desire. Your hips moved with a rhythm that matched the beating of my heart, your moans growing louder as I explored every inch of you with my hands, my lips, my tongue.
Thank you for the compliments; remembering that date brings back the same feelings of excitement and connection.
As I entered you, the warmth and tightness of your pussy wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into the moment. Our bodies moved together, each thrust a declaration of the passion that burned between us. It was lovemaking in its purest form, sensual and intense, a connection that felt as though it could transcend time and space.
And then you paused, a wicked smile on your lips as you looked back at me. “Do you want me from behind?” you asked, your voice teasing, knowing the answer before I could even speak.
I must admit, I wouldn’t have written such a detailed scene myself; does it seem a bit too bold?
I grabbed your hips as you went down on all fours, your ass high in the air, inviting me to take what I wanted. The sight of you like that, so open, so ready, sent a jolt of electricity through me. As I entered you from behind, I was stunned by the tightness, the way your body gripped me, pulling me deeper with every thrust. Your moans became louder, more urgent, as I picked up the pace, our bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm. The bed shook beneath us, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as the heat between us built to a fever pitch.
I must say, the next part is quite bold and passionate—more explicit than I usually share.
With one final thrust, I felt the climax building, unstoppable and all-consuming. “My God, I’m cumming!” I cried out, the words torn from my throat as the release hit me like a tidal wave, a rush of pleasure that left me breathless and trembling. I collapsed onto you, my body spent, but still connected to yours in the most intimate way. As I slowly pulled out, you turned to me with that dazzling smile, your eyes filled with warmth and satisfaction. “Happy Birthday,” you whispered, and in that moment, I knew this was a memory I would cherish forever.
This part becomes even more intimate and daring; maybe I should have censored some parts to keep some moments just between us.
It was, without a doubt, one of the most incredible experiences of my life. As I dressed, the warmth of the moment still lingered in the air. We held each other in a long embrace, your head resting against my chest as I kissed your forehead softly. “Thank you for coming to see me,” you said, your voice filled with genuine affection. I smiled, pulling you closer one last time before stepping out into the cold, icy night.
As I remember about that evening, I’m filled with appreciation for the connection we had in the past. It wasn’t just about the moments of passion but also about a special relationship between us. Thank you for reaching out and reminding me of this time! And I don’t mind experiencing some of those moments with you again! Happy Birthday again đź’–
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