Here is his story.
“I was a desperate husband tormented by his wife who ignored him and left him for another woman. The dance lesson I was waiting for to develop my sensuality, which was so lacking in her eyes, was not exactly as I imagined, but it was beneficial. !
By finding myself in front of you, I confess that I was taken aback by your rather magnetic personality. I tried as little as possible to reveal to you the shameful reason for which I asked you for a dance lesson but under your sardonic gaze and stung by your mocking spirit, but nevertheless also understanding, I found myself forced for my greatest shame to confess to you that it was my wife who had sent me to you so that you could develop my sensuality, that I be less rustic, that she agrees to take a look at me again and so that this humiliating situation where my role as a failing husband replaced by a wife ends.
I thought you were going to ask me to change in the locker room before doing the stretching exercises. Instead you asked me, to my surprise, to undress in front of you. and do it sensually ! I must admit that I was terribly embarrassed : usually, it was my wife doing striptease for me… I felt so awkward taking my jeans off under your watchful eyes, your advice although friendly like to take it slow made me uncomfortable because it underlined how much progress I had to make and that I was starting from very low.
I was even more embarrassed when you asked me to kiss your feet in an exciting way. Here again, it was your benevolent advice said in this simple and amused but so mortifying tone that revealed to my eyes as to yours my candid incompetence : instead of laying light kisses on your muscular feet and calves, I had to part my lips, stick my tongue out slightly and make lascivious, moist little caresses with the flat of my tongue along the curve of your muscles. The advice was so obvious I was confused you were doing it to me…
Then, I don't know exactly what happened, I found myself lying on my bare back on the floor with my shackled feet in the air, the ass offered despite my vigorous protests. but you convinced me : if i really wanted to find my wife, I needed not only that you teach me to undress in such a way as to arouse his desire, to kiss her feet and legs as if I were a beautiful slut to excite this budding desire, but above all I needed you to teach me how to make love to her. I refused to admit it, but thanks to you the evidence was obvious !
You then grabbed a huge rubber cock. You were both beautiful and terrifying to watch, you standing phallic and triumphant and me offered and vulnerable to the ground. you approached, I could admire you dazzling and superb in the middle of the V drawn by my legs. you knelt down and… this was a fucking masterclass, a festival of stars in the skin and in the flesh for an hour, my head that jumped to seventh heaven like a champagne cork from being shaken so much ! an inflammation unless it was an anal illumination. the following, I just don't remember, everything is confused, all i remember, it's that you were an extraordinary fucker for a whole hour, an unparalleled cocksucker !
Thank you for the lesson ma'am !”
Photo by Alice de Montparnasse.
