An Avenging Nudist - Sex Stories

An Avenging Nudist

... upon it and starts riding him like a true amazon. In the past fortnight, they have made love at least fifteen times, in every position imaginable. This means that she knows very well how to postpone his orgasms until he goes near-crazy, imploring her to release him and let him die for a moment, which she doesn't grant him, doesn't grant him, doesn't grant him... until she is ready herself - and they explode together in a true Big Bang, thereby restarting the World.

He swears he will never let her go. There is just the matter of the one he loves... rather: loved... back home.

The tour is over, she must go back to work and he must go home to her, the one he loved so very dearly... loved, until recently. They exchange phone numbers.

'Promise me you'll get in touch,' she says. 'We have a good thing going and shouldn't stop.'

'No, no... I will call. Soon... I just have to...'

'Spare me... Do what you have to do and call...'

She casts him one final look, turns her back and leaves.

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K, she is anticipating M's return home. Home is the house in the country which belongs to K's grandmother. Granny has moved to a home for the elderly. She had to, but was ready for it, as her house was located in a small village, far away from hospitals and her son and daughters. No one wanted the house, except for K, who works from home for a call centre. And is a shy and private person, doesn't need the city life. She knows the faces of her fellow ...

... villagers and they know hers. Beyond saying hello or nodding in recognition she has no contact with them. In short: she does not bother anyone, is not bothered.

K has two girlfriends nearby, one from this village and one from a neighbouring one. She has a few friends in the city, whom she occasionally calls, or texts. In the year she has spent living here, she has received just a handful of visits from the city. Her two local friends she regularly meets with. Mostly for coffee at lunchtime and once a week she receives or visits both or just one of the pair for dinner. Once a month, the three of them go to the dances at the village community hall.

When she lived in the city, she had a few boyfriends. In essence, she was a private person back then. She looks fine, no issue. Took boyfriends because that is what you did. Had sex for the same reason, but her best orgasms were those she inflicted upon herself - in other words, she came best by masturbation. But she was not - is not - really a sexual person, one might say.

She wasn't really conscious of her body as an object of desire either. She thought nothing of changing clothes in the presence of a person, whether male or female, or persons plural. The fact that she was regularly reminded to hide herself did nothing to change that structurally.

All that changed when she met M. He was the bass guitarist in a metal rock band, who had repaired to the country. M was a patient, autonomous, equally introverted character. The ...