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Koro … bagged and labelled.
He comes on time, at 4 pm as agreed, gives me a hug and holds me for a long time in his arms. Then he lifts me up in the air playfully. Is he happy to see me? Did he miss me? Seems like it but you never know. I offer him something to drink but he’s not thirsty. I notice that his hair has grown since the last time I saw him. I liked it shorter. It is strange because Koro doesn’t seem to turn me on as much as he used to. Still there is some flame but it’s only 30% of what I felt just few weeks ago.
I’m in my short, see-through dress with a huge cleavage. That’s where he is looking now. The dress had slipped down slightly so I slowly adjust it. After all I don’t want my intentions to be too obvious…
He sits me on his knees and asks how I have been. I’m answering but I don’t think he listens. I feel like I’m wasting my time with these introductions and subtleties. I offer to show him a new skirt I bought a few days ago, just for fun because I would never wear anything like this on the street! It’s too tight and sits too low revealing the beginning of the cheeks split: way too sexy, way too provocative, absolutely perfect for this occasion. I will not let him get away without getting what I want out of him…
I quickly run to my room, take of my underwear, put the skirt on, and join him in the living room. I demonstrate the outfit adding a few belly dance moves… Koro grabs me and pulls me towards him. His self confidence is on the verge of arrogance. This is what I like about him so much. He checks me out from every possible side and angle and starts kissing my cleavage. We land on the couch and he puts his hand under the skirt. I start protesting. Well, I pretend I’m protesting because I really don’t mind. Quite the opposite! He kisses me intensely on the lips, turns me around and now I’m on the couch on my stomach and he is looking at my shirt from the back side, touching it and twisting. Suddenly he is on top of me pressing his body against mine. He starts taking my bra off. He turns me to my front and he’s fingering me under my skirt. The pressure and tempo are just right. He is very talented in his hand works I must admit…
He starts sucking on my left boob. His moves quickly and he knows what he is doing. He puts my both legs onto one side and starts licking me. It is the middle of the day when everything is clearly visible and exposed. For me it’s too much, too obvious, too graphic. Apparently guys like it this way but I think I would prefer to leave some room for imagination. Everything seems so mechanical… I get shy and try to resist but he doesn’t let me and unbuttons his jeans. Now I’m excited and very, very curious! Just to find out yet again that things are often better when we dream about them than when we finally get them in real life…
He is fully shaved down there and a bit disappointing in size to be honest. He grabs my hand and puts it on his penis and keeps licking me. It’s kind of nice but I hope he will get the real thing started soon or I will loose interest. He keeps licking, from the front and from the back and finally he goes in.
I look at him, at his hairy body on mine. His hair chest looks similar to Ali’s, a bit too similar. I loose focus and I notice that he must be shaving his back. The thought of a hairy back puts me off. Plus he is too slim as for my liking and his chest is just too small.
Strange, here I’m having sex with Koro, just like I wanted it, but not like I imagined it. I’m more of an observer then the main character in this scene. Coldly and consciously I’m judging without enjoying and loosing myself in the moment.
We change position. He goes from the side probing on at sharp angle. He is sweating a lot and I’m only hoping that the drops will not start falling down on me. That would be gross. Not to mention that I don’t like the expression on his face.
“You look like a Satan from a middle-ages painting.” I comment.
“You on the other hand look like an angle.” Koro jokes and we laugh but I close my eyes afraid that I will get into some paranoidal state of panic if I keep looking at him.
We go from the back. I’m kneeling and supporting myself with my hands on the couch. I can feel him very intensely. Pleasure becomes close to pain. He tries hard to make me come but I know I will not make it. Specially after he attempts to put his fingers into my anus. This just totally distracts me and turns me off.
“I’m not going to come.” I tell him. Koro slows down.
“Should I stop? If you don’t come I don’t want to come either.” Says Koro and calms down.
It’s nice of him that he is not selfish. He sits me down on his knees and comments that I have great tits.
I can feel his penis under me. Without erection but not fully deflated either. He is playing with my nipples and soon we start kissing again and I can feel his penis swell under me. I lift my hips up, condom and Koro comes in again. I’m on him with my legs spread, he closes his eyes and seems to float away but soon my muscles start hurting. We try to go from behind again but I’m dry. He uses his saliva but I’ve really had enough and nothing will change it. Koro stops and I run to the bathroom to empty my bladder. I don’t want any bladder infection again! It’s already after 5 so I quickly put my clothes on. But before we get going…
“Koro, you stopped getting in touch with me recently. I understand you don’t like me anymore…”
I try not to show my tension now but I’m really hoping that he will give me some good explanation, an excuse I can believe.
“What are you saying Bezuna?” His question intimidates me. But I’m sick of this analyzing and tormenting myself. Today I want a specific answer.
“You stopped getting in touch with me so I thought you don’t like me anymore…” And God only knows how much it costs me to repeat this.
“You were right, I don’t like you.” Jokes Koro but I don’t find it particularly funny. It’s not that I’m surprised but it’s just not nice to hear especially since we have just had sex! It feels like as if I have just been thrown into a pool of ice cubes - not very pleasant but does wake you up quickly! It’s probably better he doesn’t try to be nice and lie. Otherwise I might be tempted to believe him…
Koro is to drop me off at my friends place for a picnic. I’m not trying to force a conversation so we are driving in silence. He looks at me from time to time but I stare out the window. When his telephone rings I completely switch off. I just want to be with my friends.
“It was my cook. He called to say he got food poisoning.” Koro explains.
“Wow, that’s very interesting…” I just couldn’t care less.
Finally we reach the place. I am prepared to get out of his car without even saying good bye but Koro asks for a kiss on the lips so I give him a quick one.
“So we will be in touch Bezuna?” He says and I smile because I know this line doesn’t mean anything. I just want this to end and can’t be bothered with small talk.
“Take care Koro.” I shut the door behind me and start walking straight ahead. He drives off as I walk on without looking back.
I am originally from Czech. I am 26 and very single now. I created this diary to get some relief. I hope spelling it all out will help me go through it.
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