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I know he is holding himself back, and it excites me. Knowing there will always be more savage and brutal surprises ahead makes my blood pump.
And it keeps my panties wet.
After Lorenzo comes home mid-week, he gives me perfectly wrapped gifts. I open them on our oak dinner table, and he has bought us toys.
Sex toys.
They’re hot, and all shapes and strange sizes.
My demanding teacher commands me to undress. I do as he commands, and we try two of the vibrators in me, on the table. I am soon beyond wet, and out of breath.
I don’t have long to recover from the earth-shattering orgasm, because my teacher blindfolds me. He then takes me against the tall glass windows, from behind and hard.
As always, my teacher pushes me to come first, and the vibrator on my clit, and his thumb on my anus is almost too much.
As he drives into me while overlooking Central Park, I feel wicked. It’s as hot as fuck. I know the glass is one way, and no one can see, but it turns me on.
I stand on tip toes as I come like an animal, and I shake violently as sweat drips from me. The vibrator sends me over the edge, and my anus clamps around the end of his thumb.
I moan like a savage, and I enter a new stage of sex education.
There is no going back now.
I come aroundthree times a day, and I am the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s starting to feel like things are too good, and too perfect. That they cannot last.
I’m likely being stupid, but I’ve never felt content.
I feel like nothing is missing, and nothing is lacking. The only thing is, I know I’ve fallen hard for Lorenzo, and it has happened way too fast.
The other thing is, I’m not a jealous woman. I never have been. However, for some reason, I’ve started to hate it when we’re at a premiere, or an event, and some woman checks Lorenzo out. Or worse, tries to flirt.
Lorenzo is now mine, and I am his.
As I think about that, I start to worry. An idea then comes to me, and if anyone can help out it’s Madison.
After finally getting through to her, in her café, I lay back with my feet up, and I update her on everything. Maddy is amazed about my near-death adventure, and our new weird falcon visitor.
As we talk on, I ask her how long it usually takes for a woman to fall.
It’s the first time I’ve really been in love, and it really has thrown me.
“It depends,” Maddy says. “I’m going with six months.”
“Six?” I gasp.
“But maybe three if you’re with each other, a lot, and all the time.”
I sigh and think back, “That makes sense, because it shortens the time frame, with all the hours huh.”
“Likely,” comes back.
As I try to understand the ways of the universe, I gulp. “And what about the risk?”
“Of it not working?”
“Aha.”
“Yeah, you don’t want to think about that.”
