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Elina, My First of Only Two Loves
by desert bandit (dmaud56@yahoo.com)
***
A 15 your old boy loses his innocence through war and
massacres. But, a beautiful woman teaches him to love
and thus the man, once again becomes a helpless boy in
the arms of his beloved. (Fm, rom, 1st, preg)
***
With bitter pleasure I remember the days when the
Germans attacked my beloved Greece. There was a
shortage of everything, and no one had the luxuries the
modern generation of Greek young men now have. Luxuries
such as all kinds of gadgets, toys and such.
Truth be told I am glad for it; no generation should
have to suffer what the young men of my day had to go
through. At the tender age of 14, I lost my innocence
when I killed several German soldiers during a foiled
attempt of sabotage at one of their bases. My whole
unit was wiped out, and I was the only survivor because
entered into that "zone" soldiers enter in to preserve
their life. That place that allows unnatural focus,
animalistic rage, and a killing efficiency that haunted
my nightmares for a long time after the war was over.
The war that came after "The War to End all Wars."
World War II.
Greece was a poor country before the war because of the
brutal Ottoman occupation prior to the war of my
generation. The attack by the Italians, and later the
Germans left a mere emaciated walking corpse of a
country where before there was barely a starving
vagabond. I was 13 in the fall of 1940 when the war
began for us. I was 19 when it finally ended. Many
things happened over the course of a year, namely the
killing of the German soldiers.
When I was 13 the Greek resistance had foiled the
Italian attempt at taking our country, so I was only
needed for logistics. I was a proverbial "water
boy/errand boy" for the soldiers. However, at 14 when
the Italians called on German aid, all that changed.
The Germans were far superior soldiers than the
Italians; they were better equipped, better fed, and
more disciplined. Between the technology and their
cold-hearted discipline, many of us felt like we were
fighting a machine, of which the soldiers where mere
cogs. War is no!
t something I would wish on today's young men.
Fighting in a war is like something out of the worst of
all nightmares. Everywhere you see death and
destruction, friends you make soon depart from this
world from a bullet by an enemy soldier, and you are
forced to kill just to stay alive. In our case, we died
for our country for the sake of protecting it. We had
no imperialistic interest in conquest or expanding our
influence. To us Greece is the world's most beautiful
land, and we don't need more.
All we wanted then, and still do, was to be left alone.
Centuries of fighting the Turks, and later the Germans
left a bitter mark on my father, may he rest in peace,
and many of my male relatives. The women, ever tolerant
and resilient, did not seem to mind. So long as the
family was fed, so long as we had clothes to wear,
everything was fine for them. Not so for the men.
National pride. The need for independence from
tyrannical rule. These things were meat and drink to
Greek men.
In truth, I will not say I enjoyed killing the German
soldiers who foiled our sabotage attempt. In the end, I
realized the tragedy of the fact that everyone on both
sides was dead except me. All my comrades-in-arms were
dead, and after the rage had subsided, all the German
soldiers in the base were also dead. At that point it
did not matter to me what we were fighting for; all I
saw was carnage and was overcome by a terrible sadness.
In order for it to end, I knew, I had to help in
throwing out the Germans.
The Germans were influenced by a leader they followed
fanatically out of gratitude for being taken out of
poverty. Because of this they could not be reasoned
with. They were convinced they were the world's most
cultured people and yet, they seemed to forget, it was
us the Greeks who first introduced the notion of
civilization to the continent of Europe. A fact they
all conveniently forgot whenever they murdered children
and raped our women. It was during an attempted rape
where I first re-encountered Elina, the baker's wife.
It was the fall of 1942 and as usual the war was going
bad for our side. Although I was only 15, I had gained
a reputation as a vicious and efficient killer,
something I will say, I was not proud of. In fact, just
remembering it shames me. I was under the care of
Demetrios, the baker, who happened to be the leader of
our resistance cell. We operated in and around our
village and gave the Germans a hard time.
Okay, I was not under the "care" per say of Demetrios
but, since both my parents were killed by Italian
bombs, he took it upon himself to watch over me. He
considered me the little brother he never had. I still
remember, when I was six, Elina and Demetrios' wedding.
Elina was a blushing and virginal bride of 18, and he
was the 20 year old baker's son. Five years later he
inherited the business.
Four years later, the war started. Demetrios was a
man's man; a man that woman loved, and that other men
wanted to be. Although he was kind and gentle by
nature, when the war started he turned to be a leader
of razor sharp cunning. With only a rag tag group of
villagers, the 28 year old Demetrios led assaults which
resulted in the destruction of vast amounts of
artillery for both the Italians and the Germans. One
year later however, they captured him. I was not there
when it happened, but I heard terrible stories.
The Germans tortured him for days, and not to get
information, but for the sheer pleasure of watching him
suffer. Many had lost comrades due to his raids, and
they were venting their frustration on him. I heard,
also, to my horror, that one of the prisoners that
managed to escape, who happened to know German,
overheard the prisoners say to him; "we have fucked you
up you piece of shit, now we will fuck your wife."
I had to do something. Somehow the Germans found out
where Elina was hiding. Miraculously she had not been
raped because Demetrios had all the women hidden atop a
monastery that was only accessible through an elevator
basket, one of those baskets lowered down by rope and
winch. The monastery was large enough to house the
women in our village, and the women from the
surrounding area hid in other monasteries.
The only way to reach the monastery was through that
single elevator basket it had. Of course, the women had
to come down often to gather food for storage and
preparation, it was then that I saw a horrible sight.
Elina was stripped stark naked, and she was crouched on
the ground covering herself while the German soldiers
watched and laughed.
One of them lowered his fly and pulled out his filthy
instrument. Lucky for Elina, I was a crack shot. Not
wasting a moment, I shot the fucker in the head.
Unfortunately some blood splattered on Elina and she
screamed. The other soldiers, after recovering from the
initial shock, became infuriated and started firing at
the bushes where I was hiding, all the while Elina was
screaming in panic. She was not like the female snipers
we had in our unit, she was not used to hearing gunfire
at such close range. Nevertheless, I had to save her.
I scurried around the bushes, creating distractions and
making the Germans fire their guns here and there. I
used tactics Demetrios had taught me, and they were
well. Soon, the Germans had to reload, and that was my
moment. I sprung out of the bushes and, while I ran, I
was aiming my rifle like a sniper, keeping the rifle
but firmly pressed against my shoulder. One after
another, I brought them down. One, then two, then four,
nine in all.
Nine men who all tried to humiliate Demetrios' widow.
The other squad members were busy with our resistance
fighters and were a little preoccupied. Though we were
few in number, we were a lot smarter than the Germans
and much better shots. As a matter of fact, most of our
soldiers killed the enemy with head shots. Yes, we were
that good, and our leader Demetrios was no exception;
in fact, he was a real demon with the rifle. Little
wander the Germans hated him so much.
Elina was still screaming when it was all over. I ran
to her and grabbed her shoulders shouting "Elina, snap
out of it!" After she pulled herself together, she
looked at me and said "Niko? Oh Niko!!!" she screamed
and she buried herself in my chest and started sobbing,
holding me tight. After the tension of the gunfight had
subsided, I then realized something I had forgotten;
Elina, beautiful Elina, was pressed against my body,
stark naked.
I began to tremble, and I felt my cock harden and press
against my trousers with tremendous pressure. I pushed
her back, remembering the blood on her face. I grabbed
a rag I had with me and gave it to her. Then, with my
back turned on her, I stripped the corpse of a German
soldier who stood at 6'4 and probably weighed around
350lbs. He was a big fellow, and now doubt his shirt
would cover Elina pretty well. The shirt had a little
blood on it and thankfully it could cover Elina; she
only stood at 5'4, so the soldier's shirt cover!
ed her up pretty well.
"You can turn around now," she stated with a low
monotone voice.
"I'm terribly sorry about... seeing... You..." I
stammered.
"Oh its alright Niko," she reassured me. "You saved me
from those animals, thank you."
"Not a problem," I said shakily.
It was sheer torture. Elina was the most beautiful
woman in our village, and later on as I grew up, made
my vast fortune and traveled around, I discovered she
was also one of the most beautiful in the world. She
was a veritable Greek goddess; long wavy locks, thick
lips, a curvaceous and bubbly ass, beautiful curves,
full breasts and large black eyes.
I had also seen the vast nest black hair between her
legs when the soldiers tried to rape her; it was too
much for me to handle. I had the courage to gun down
vicious SS soldiers and, when confronted by a naked
woman who only stood at 5'4 I shook like a kitten. The
travesty!
Whatever the case, we made our way back to the
monastery, and thankfully there were no more unpleasant
German soldiers. On the way, Elina and started talking.
"You've grown quite handsome," Elina commented. "I
remember you when you used to dip girl's pony tails in
ink and then run away laughing. You were so cute!"
I could feel the blood rushing to my face. Where I a
fair-skinned northern European, I would have been
cherry-red from her comments.
"Tell me," she asked. "Did you get a chance to visit a
prostitute while you were fighting?"
Now, given Greek, and for that matter Mediterranean,
culture at this time period, it was customary for a
father to take his son to a brothel at the age of 14 to
lose his virginity.
"N-nnno, not really."
She was smiling a wicked smile, enjoying the power she
had over me.
"I'm a bit shocked to hear that. I talked to one of the
prostitutes in the Market place, and she told me you
were so handsome, she would make you the favor for
free."
I could not say anything to the comment. Regarding
Elina talking with the prostitute; well, it was a very
small village, and some young men had to work for years
before they could get married, so they were seen as a
necessary evil. Also, Elina, although she was a good
Orthodox Christian woman and saved her virginity for
her husband, she was not judgmental. In fact, she was
very kind and forgiving. She even forgave Demetrios'
own trysts in the brothels of Athens.
Elina noticed, from my facial expression, that she had
gone a little far so she reassured me.
"I was just curious Niko, its just that, Demetrios
traveled a lot to sell bread in other places and I
never really saw you around that much the few times we
were in the village."
"Oh its alright," I said. It was all I could say. After
all, I had been in love with her since I was 4 years
old. When it came to teasing girls my age I was a
rascal, but every time I saw her, I was so unbearably
shy I always hid behind my mother's skirt.
I had the courage to talk to her now because, well, war
will do that. Girls my age would always tease me in
front of her, taunting me with the "Niko loves Elina!"
over and over, the way kids do. Demetrios and Elina
just laughed, which of course was a terrible
humiliation for me at the time.
Puppy love did not turn into sexual desire however, as
I had not seen her for a whole year when I was going
through puberty. At 13 my father did take me to a
brothel, but I ran away in fear. Now I was 15 and had
not real time to think about sex; I was always
fighting. However, seeing Elina again awakened long
dormant feelings.
At 27, she was even more beautiful than she was when
she first married Demetrios. Her curves had grown more
defined and feminine, more round. While not voluptuous,
her proportions were perfect. What about Children? No
one understood why, but Demetrios and Elina could not
conceive a child. All the years they were married Elina
blamed herself for the problem. I was to find out Later
it was Demetrios, not her.
We had been elevated up to the old abandoned monastery
where the village women were hiding. Elina recounted
the story and I was welcomed as a hero. Many of the
women there had husbands who were fighting in the
resistance and most them made sexual advances. Since
they did not have the comforts of a husband many were
sexually hungry, and naturally, seeing a young man whom
many had heard was still a virgin was more than they
could handle. Needless to say, I was spoiled and
pampered like crazy. In fact, when preparing a bath,
one of the women offered to clean me.
I was to shy to say no, and when Elina found out she
was noticeably angry. She always got angry whenever one
of the women made advances at me. She would scold them
telling them that they were married, that they should
have patience, that they have husbands of their own,
etc. For this one she could do nothing however. Her
name was Anna, and she was in her early 30's, and
nearly as beautiful as Elina.
Naturally she saw her as her chief rival but could do
say nothing to scold her as she had been a widow
herself. Elina really did not want to share me with
anyone though; virginal young men have always been
rare, and naturally Elina wanted me for herself.
As I bathed, Anna asked, "Do you mind if I undress? I
don't want to get water all over my clothes." Again, I
was too shy to say I did. Then, she came deliberately
closer, and my cock sprung to life. Like Elina she had
a beautiful body and rich nest of hair between her
legs, and a pair of full breasts. She had light brown
hair, a pretty little nose, and slightly full lips. Her
lips where not as full as Elina's, but they
complemented her face. She pressed her breasts against
my back saying
"Your body is so hard and tight, you don't mind if I
enjoy you do you? Ever since my husband died I haven't
had a man in me and I am going crazy."
I could feel her soft melons pressing against my back,
at the same time I could feel my cock become even
angrier and more swollen, almost to bursting.
"Turn around," she said in a gentle voice.
As I turned I heard a gasp outside the door (we were
being watched, by Elina no doubt) and Anna exclaimed
almost laughing "my you're like a horse! And those
balls are so round and big!" she further exclaimed
reaching for them.
She massaged them gently giving me waves of pleasure,
"If you let me go a little further, I promise you, you
will feel more pleasure than this."
My dick was dripping pre-cum, and I felt ready to
explode
"How much further?" I managed to stammer.
"Well, you grew up in a village, and you've seen
animals mate haven't you. People operate on the same
principle, in fact, I'll guide you in."
"No!" I screamed "Ah.I, Ah, I can't!"
"Why not?" she asked indignantly "don't you like me?"
she said in a cooing tone as she pressed her tits
against my chest.
"I think my body is responding on my behalf, but I
can't do this, I just can't"
"Very well then," she stated, "you can finish your
shower." With that, she dried up, got dressed, and
stomped out.
I just sat at the edge of the tub, with a massive
erection. I got back in the water and slowly lowered
myself. Then she walked in.
"May I share your bath," Elina asked
"Sure," I said.
At that point Elina wasted no more time talking. She
undressed, got in the water, and came over to were I
was sitting. She began kissing me, ever so tenderly,
almost as if to console me for the harsh way in which
Anna had walked out, almost as if, she did it to make
the pain of war float away, which, in those brief
moments, those brief pieces of heaven, it did.
I squeezed her breasts and ass and stroked her body
while in the tub. She had straddled me, but there was
no penetration. Not yet at least. We continued kissing
for long moments. She looked into my eyes, and I saw in
them mixed feelings of hunger, lust and love I did not
see again for many years until I married my first and
only wife.
Elina did have tender feelings for me and now that her
husband was dead, the feelings of love she had for him,
she was transferring on to me. Now, don't
misunderstand; Elina loved her husband. Deeply in fact.
Indeed, his death crushed her so much that she cried
herself to sleep the day she heard the news. Now, the
desperation, the loneliness, the hunger, in me she saw
a way she could satiate her hunger for lust, love and
affection, which I gave her readily. Our age difference
was a non-issue, as it was a time of war and suffering.
So there we were, stark naked in a batch tub, kissing
ever so tenderly. I held her close to me, not wanting
to let go. Her hair had the scent of mountain air that
was fresh and sweet. Her nakedness kept my cock hard
and angry.
After long moments of kissing, Elina managed to regain
some degree of control and she said
"Most of the women are asleep and I have my own room.
You can't hear any noise coming out from it. Lets go
there."
With that, we climbed out of the tub. The slapping of
naked feet could be heard as we went to Elina's room. I
was treated to a beautiful view of one of the roundest
and prettiest asses I'd ever seen. Without even
bothered to dry up, we collapsed atop her bed. My cock
was resting on her belly, and my balls right on her
pussy as we kissed. I had no access to sex manuals in
those days and no one had taught me to make love. What
I did do however was follow Elina's lead.
As she stroked me, I stroked her back. As she kissed
me, I kissed her back. All under the soft light of an
oil lamp.
Her nipples were hard and small, and I continue kissing
and stroking her for long moments. I suckled her
breasts for long, long moments, and, as I looked down
on her body, I noticed a slight protrusion in the
middle of her pussy lips. It looked kind of like a dick
but it wasn't a dick; it stuck out between her lips and
pussy hair like a jack-knife barely out of its handle.
A very fleshy looking jackknife. I know now it was her
clitoris.
Not being a fool, I noticed that my suckling of her
breasts and nipples was making her moan, so I went down
on her, kissing her belly and the area around her belly
button as I went. Finally, I reached it. At first the
sight of a clitoris popping out like that disgusted me.
But, after a while, I found it highly arousing.
I began kissing and suckling on it the way I had done
with her breasts. She took in a deep gasp and asked,
"Oh my God, what are you doing!? Oooh!"
I began kissing and licking. I noticed that when I
stroked my tongue against her clitoris, she seemed to
get more pleasure. Her taste was sweet and tangy, and
it made me pucker up at first. But, after a while, I
could not get enough. Licking her pussy was giving her
tremendous pleasure. Not only that, I figured, I was
pleasuring the pussy which was to be the first to
embrace my cock so, I took it upon myself to keep
going. My erection was now iron hard; even though the
taste was not at all appetizing, her scent, her taste
made me very hard.
I stroked her breasts and ass cheeks as I liked her
pussy, her vast pubic hair tickling my nose and my
lips. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and neither
could she, "Niko, put it in me. Please, don't make me
wait, put it in me!"
Common sense told me it wasn't in the place where
people normally defecate (although later I as I grew
older I discovered some women actually sought it out).
I still did not know exactly where it was though, so
she took hold of my cock and guided the tip to where it
was supposed to enter. She let go of my cock, and
looked into my eyes, this time, with a look of hunger,
and nothing else.
I held my shaft in place, and with a smooth thrust slid
my long, thick shaft into her. Exquisite moist sounds
took hold of the room, and I was deeply shocked at how
moist she was. You must understand, I was an innocent
village boy, not exposed to today's pornography or
erotic literature.
Her moist warmth overwhelmed me; her pussy was so hot,
wet and tight. Ever so slowly I slid all the way in, a
painful process as she had not been with a man for
quite some time, and my dick is pretty big. When I had
buried myself in her to the point where my balls where
caressing her ass cheeks, I looked into her eyes. Where
I was in pain, there was a look of satisfied pleasure
on her face.
She reached for my head and kissed me. For long moments
we kissed, until, she whispered in my ear
"I know you've never done this before, so this is what
I need; pull it out, but not all the way, only as far
as your little helmet, then, slide it back in, slowly.
Get a rhythm going, and lose your self in me. I'll be
holding you close."
She was true to her word; she wrapped her arms around
my back, her left leg around my ass, and her right leg
around my right leg.
I did as she asked. Ever so slowly, pulled out of her
just to the point where only the fireman's cap was in
her, and then I thrust it back in. It felt so good,
thrusting into her hot cunt, that it did not take long
before instinct took over and I got a good rhythm
going. The bed squeaked from my thrusting, and we were
both breathing heavily. She stroked me with her arms
and legs and not being able to take it anymore, and
with strength unnatural for a woman her size she rolled
us over so she could ride me.
She was riding my cock viciously, slamming down as I
watched it slide in and out of her. My cock was
glistening with pussy slime, and I could feel some
trickle down my balls. I squeezed her breasts, feeling
her nipples with my thumbs, and I explored her body
with my hands.
"Kiss me!" I begged.
She looked at me from her position, a look of
tenderness and maternal love. Not so much maternal in a
sense that it was incestuous, but maternal in a sense
that all women have a sense of maternal instinct in
dealing with younger males. Whatever the case.
She complied. A long tender kiss was the answer to my
begging. Having established a mutual rhythm, almost
without thinking, we rolled back over and I was on top
again. Then, I felt something boil within my heart. A
wonderful whirlwind of emotion that brought me great
ecstasy, great happiness.
That feeling slowly traveled down from my heart, to my
belly, and from my belly, to my loins. Then, deep with
my balls I felt a slow burning feeling building up. I
could feel an expression of pain on my face as Elina's
hot pussy mercilessly milked my cock, almost beckoning
it to release the contents of my balls.
My thrusting became more urgent, more furious. Finally,
with one vigorous thrust into her pussy, I rammed my
cock into her slimy paradise. I felt an explosion of
fire and electricity engulf my body as I felt my dick
quirt one long stream of come. The stream was so long I
thought I was peeing.
The burning liquid intensified my orgasm, and as my
dick pumped the contents of my balls into her pussy, I
could feel her arms and legs wrap around me tighter and
heard her gasping and moaning. I pelted her cervix with
one final load of cum and then, with an exhausted grunt
I collapsed on top of her.
We breathed heavily there for long moments. She stroked
my hair tenderly, and caressed my right cheek with her
lips and her nose.
"I love you," I whispered in her ear. "I will not let
anyone hurt you," I promised her.
She didn't say anything. She just held me close and
kissed me on the cheek. Then, I pulled out what was
left of my erection out of her, both of us gasping
audibly as I did. Then, I snuggled close to her, rested
my head on her chest and said
"let me hear your heartbeat."
She wrapped her lovely arms around my head as I rested
my head on her naked chest. Her heartbeat was still
rapid, but slowly subsiding. In that position, we
drifted of to sleep.
Epilogue:
I had fulfilled my vow; no German soldier had ever laid
a finger on Elina and, despite my young age my
effectiveness as a soldier had earned the respect of
many resistance fighters. It turned out Elina got
pregnant as a result of our tryst. I had just gotten
back from a sabotage campaign when I heard news that
she was going to give birth. I hurried back, and when I
went to the monastery the women told me to wait outside
the room before I was allowed in. Then, I hear a baby
crying.
I can not really describe the feeling, all I knew is
that I was glad to be a father. Then, as I walked in, I
saw the most tender seen I have ever seen, a scene that
told me what I was fighting for. I saw Elina nursing
our child. Her lovely breast nourished our new born
son, and seeing such a scene of life nourishing life
made all the fighting worth while. Fighting, which was
worthwhile because, at the end, our son would live in a
better world.
The sad thing was though, that Elina and I could never
be together. Her parents discovered what we had done,
and although they loved their grandchild they wanted
nothing to do with me. They forbade me from ever seeing
their daughter again, which made Elina extremely angry;
she was, after all a grown woman.
In 1943, when she knew our son was asleep, she came
over to my encampment and kissed me. We went to a
secluded spot in the mountains where we made love even
more passionately than we did when we made Demetrios.
Despite her protests, I insisted on the name because,
first of, the kid was rightfully her dead husbands, and
although I loved her, I felt I had taken advantage of
her grief to satisfy my own lusts. That and, because of
his sacrifice, he deserved the honor.
Lying naked on a blanket, she gave me terrible news.
She told me that her parents had bribed smugglers into
letting them on a ship that would take them to
Argentina. I felt my heart rip in two places, and I
could tell that conveying the news was also breaking
Elina's heart.
Tearfully she told me she did not want to part with me,
but her father was stubborn and, we both agreed that a
war torn Greece was not an ideal place to raise a child
at the moment. After holding each other for long
moments, we made love again. Furiously, hungrily as we
were never to see each other again.
The horrible day came, and I never saw her again.
In 1945, when I was 19, the war was finally over. I
spent the first half of my 20's getting through high
school and college. When I was 26 I got a job with a
wine distiller in France and I moved there. I created a
formula that was a smash hit.
By 32 I had made a vast fortune, I was rich beyond
measure, but I was empty. I sorely missed her, the
village woman who had loved me enough to embrace me
such long nights.
After Elina left, throughout my 20's I had made love to
many more women. I even made love to Anna feeling bad
that I had rejected her that night made love to Elina
instead. I told her it was too bad I was no longer a
virgin, but she did not care; for her the pleasure of
being with me was what mattered. Many of the French
girls I slept with were women who closely resembled
Elina, as I could not put her out of my mind.
When I was 32, I met a woman who was a carbon copy of
Elina. She was in her early 20's, just as beautiful as
she was. There was a difference between them however.
Whereas Elina had been a serious village girl with a
sense of duty, this girl was a bit spoiled. She was not
a bad person; that is, she was not snobbish, overly
vain, or too sure of herself. However, from plain sight
one could see she had never known suffering or hardship
in her life. So naturally I felt protective of her, she
was so innocent. On our wedding night I deflowered her;
she had been a virgin.
We had 4 children, and in time I loved her as a being
separate from the woman I lost my virginity to. She was
special in her own way, and I love her just as deeply
as I loved Elina whom I heard had married a wealthy
architect in Argentina. Word had it that the man looked
much like I did, only older. Alexa and I had 5
children, 3 girls and two boys. All three of my girls
are beautiful, and both my boys are athletic,
intelligent and handsome. Our business empire expanded
over the years and now we are the largest wine company
in the world.
Still, they say you never forget your first time. I
will never forget mine, even now as an old man, an old
retired warhorse who is waiting for rest from this
life. My son Demetrios, I heard, became a scientist and
found a vaccine that prevents the AIDS virus. Science
has yet to find a cure, but when I heard the news I
could not be more proud.
I guess the old myths are true; the more in love a
couple is when they conceive a child, the greater the
child's intellect and good character will be. Thus,
given how deeply Elina and I loved each other, it is
not at all surprising that Demetrios achieved what he
achieved. I loved her because she was so kind hearted,
intelligent and beautiful. She loved me because she saw
something of her husband in me, and an innocence that
she says I still had even after I gave her my
virginity.
Alexa and I have to attend our son's inauguration as
prime minister of France so, this will have to conclude
my story.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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