I found myself drawn to Julian like a moth to a flame. Our online conversations were electric, his words sending jolts of excitement straight to my core. Every message he sent made my heart race and my panties damp. I'd slide my fingers into my wetness as he described in vivid detail what he'd do to me if we were together. His words were like a drug, and I was addicted.
His last message was different. It was an instruction, a command: 'Meet me at the local hotel. Room 7. Follow my instructions.' The thrill of the unknown sent a shiver down my spine. I was wet before I even left my house.
The hotel was non-descript, the kind of place you'd only notice if you were looking for it. Room 7 was at the end of a quiet hallway. My heart pounded as I knocked, but no one answered. Instead, I found a note slipped under the door. 'Undress and put on the blindfold. Wait for me.'
I did as I was told, my excitement growing with each article of clothing I removed. The blindfold was soft against my skin, the darkness behind it absolute. I stood there, naked and vulnerable, my breath coming in short, excited gasps.
I heard the door open, felt a presence enter the room. Julian. He didn't speak, but I could feel his eyes on me, drinking in my naked form. I stood still, my heart hammering in my chest, my pussy aching with need.
"Good girl," he finally said, his voice a low growl that sent a fresh wave of wetness between my legs. "Now, let's see how well you can follow instructions."
I felt his hands on me, exploring my body, tracing my curves. He teased me, his touch light and feather-like, driving me wild with desire. I whimpered, my body aching for more, but he didn't give in to my silent pleas. Instead, he continued his slow, torturous exploration, his hands moving over every inch of my skin.
"Please, Julian," I begged, my voice breathless. "I need you."
He chuckled, a dark, sexy sound that made my pussy clench. "Patience, my dear. Good things come to those who wait."
I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans as his hands finally found my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until they were hard peaks. He pinched and rolled them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I squirmed, my body on fire with need.
"Please," I begged again, my voice barely a whisper.
Finally, he relented. I felt him move behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. He reached around, his fingers finding my wet folds, teasing me, making me even wetter. I moaned, pushing back against him, desperate for more.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can't wait to feel you around me."
He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock pressing against my wet folds. I held my breath, my body aching with anticipation. Then, with one swift thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely.
I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate his size. He felt incredible, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against mine, his cock pounding into me with a force that left me breathless.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his voice a low rumble in my ear. "I could fuck you all night."
I moaned, my body on fire, my pussy clenching around him. I was so close, my orgasm building with each thrust, each slap of his hips against mine. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenched around him, my body milking him, drawing out his own release. He groaned, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his hot seed filling me.
We stood there for a moment, our bodies connected, our breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Then, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and wanting more. I heard him move away, the sound of the door opening and closing.
"Julian?" I called out, my voice uncertain.
But he was gone, leaving me alone in the room, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I reached up, removing the blindfold, my eyes blinking in the sudden light. There was no sign of him, no note, no instruction. Just the faint scent of sex and the memory of his touch.
I couldn't help but smile. Julian was a mystery, a man who appeared and disappeared like a ghost. But one thing was certain - I wanted more. I wanted to feel his touch again, to hear his voice, to feel him inside me. I wanted to unravel the mystery that was Julian, to find out what made him tick.
But for now, I was left with the memory of his touch, the feel of his cock inside me, and the promise of more to come. I dressed slowly, my body still humming with pleasure, my mind already racing with thoughts of our next encounter.
As I left the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, of anticipation. Julian was a mystery, a man who appeared and disappeared like a ghost. But one thing was certain - I wanted more. I wanted to feel his touch again, to hear his voice, to feel him inside me. I wanted to unravel the mystery that was Julian, to find out what made him tick.
But for now, I was left with the memory of his touch, the feel of his cock inside me, and the promise of more to come.