İçeriğe geçmek için "Enter"a basın

A romance in Byzantium … (Part 1 – Prelude)

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

A romance in Byzantium … (Part 1 – Prelude)Istanbul!That means: “the Turk’s there,”…Constantinople, that means “the city of Constantine”…But for me it’s “Byzantium” – and that was never Turkish, was never Roman, was never Greek.That was always just “Byzantium”, the melting pot of nations at the entrance to the Bosporus, where blend Orient and Occident, mingle…, mate… great people bringing forth.Byzantium…, that name should commemorate to Byzas, a mythical figure, a Megarian army commander (today would we say “warlord”). He, as legends tell, is said to have founded the city – but such obscure myths are nothing more than the relict of old propaganda, just enough to conceal brutal conquests by brutal conquerors – for that beautiful piece of earth was inhabited ever …This ancient myth wants this Byzas be descended from Poseidon – and so it happened:Zeus, this old fornicator, once more cheated on his wife Hera and fucked Io, the daughter of the river-god, and thereby he impregnated her. Now, Hera, a jealous wedded wife, as she checked that, would have preferred bitten off his cock. But, because that didn´t work (probably was too hard…), she tried to destroy sweet Io. So Zeus changed his playmate in a heifer (a virgin cow) and so Io could escape the rutting Hera. Changed to that heifer, fleeing Io swam trough a sea, that we know today as the Ionian sea, named after her… Continue then, still a cattle, Io swam through a strait with banks full of beautiful forests and flourishing villages.The people living there saw the heifer, not knowing it´s Io, and since that days this strait is named “ford of the cattle”, from the ancient Greek words “poros” for ford and “bos” for beef… – it´s: “Bosphorus”…After Io reached that area, we call now the “Black Sea”, her uncle Poseidon gave her home and there Io gave birth to her daughter from Zeus. Zeus himself wasn´t interested in her anymore – other mythic figures wanted to be fucked – but, by time, Io´s daughter grow up to a beautiful maiden – and now it was Poseidon (Io’s uncle), who cracked the virginity of Io´s daughter, fucked her badly on and on into her sweet wet virginity pussy, powered all her holes and at least impregnated her. The son, who was born from that, was called Byzas – and that is this “warlord”, the founding of the city of Byzantium is imputed.Seems, this name should remind greek “bos” and the fleet of Io, and to say it right: In the name “Byzantium” are also rests of word roots to beef (and a lot more). On the other hand this founding myth is just an i****t story, divine and immoral, impulsive and full of lust, boundless, emotionally and wild in search of a tenderness that does not fit into this world – it´s “Byzantine”…In those days, long ago, in another life, I had to explore for archaeological studies a lot, had to watch me a few archaeological digs at original sites, had to read a few rare documents in their original look, which were available only in the local library and I wanted to do my job by feeling this atmosphere between the Orient and Occident, between Europe and Asia, also it was a debt to my article.So I booked the next flight without much preliminary, open return of course, catering for the beginning would probably result, and so, one late evening in the early spring, I found myself in Istanbul.The city was not yet spoiled by tourism as now, the public-taxi let me go in the middle of the old town and I took one of those old, hospitable, small hotels, that you can´t find in any tourist guide… The reception, which was also the restaurant, was served by a small curly black haired maiden – to my surprise, she spoke perfect English…Yes, I could have a room, but for how long? “I don´t know yet, but it may be 1 or 2 weeks.” Well – there was also a small suite, would be more expensive, but larger… with bathroom and so… – “Wanna see?”She led me through a long spiral staircase to the top floor – 2 pretty little rooms, a large patio door – I opened it and stood on a small roof terrace. The fresh air streaming in from the Marmara Sea…, beneath me spread the roof-scape of Istanbul, behind the moonlight broke into the waves of the sea…”Yes – that’s really pretty – I suppose!” – “You will feel fine” the Little-curly-head smiled at me. “Wanna eat?”I grabbed a book, stumbled down the spiral stairs again and curled myself into a corner of the restaurant, to round off the late day with Turkish delicacies and a good bottle of Anatolian wine – although very late, I found myself in a much too large, soft bed and a gentle sea breeze made me fall asleep.I had slept for a long time – too long for breakfast here – and so the next morning brought me down to the seacoast. The little curly head maiden from last night had not been here and I wasted even to think about it, I had to work. Next to an old fishing port was a little café; there I put me out a plan for the next days. At the next table sat a group of students and suddenly one of them came over to me and told me, they would study journalism and would make a poll, needing interview partners – if it would not mind… Of course not, we filled out some questionnaires – from where, why and how – that´s it, I thought no more about…I needed a boat and a ship´s mate, for my work I had to do panoramic pictures of the coast around the Golden Horn – but the fishermen didn´t understand, maybe didn´t want to understand, and at least I did not get a boat. I could have asked one of the students to interpret me, but it was too late now. So I changed my plan and turned to the old city walls that once protected Istanbul from enemies – today it is a cultural monument; here I started with my work.Thus the day passed, and in the evening I ended up at the steps of an ancient palace. There, on the steps, leaning against the wall, sat a small person, enjoying the last rays of the setting sun. I went closer… “Is there still a place…?” The person turned its face… “Please…” Surprised, I faced the Little-curly-head!”I’m often up here, thinking about my studies…” She putted some papers to one side to make room for me. “So, what do you study?” – “Oh, really archeology, but by that I can´t live, and so I make journalism for second study.” I told her about the little Fisherman- Cafe, the students and my unsuccessful search for a boat. She laughed… “I could organize that for you, but you have to drive yourself; able to do?” And how! I even plugged in my captains license, as I always do… “But, you could do me a favor then? I have namely to do this stupid poll and have still less…” So we sat on the steps in the evening sun and completed questionnaires. A lot of questionnaires… We invented a bunch more fictitious interview partners and soon had invented half a dozen interviews, lara escort enough for her.Meanwhile the sun had completely set and the last twilight brought us downtown. “Do you like it in the hotel?” – “Yes, very much, it´s really nice… where do you live, anyway?” – “There, too … it belongs to my family.” – “That’s good, I don´t know, how to get back, already I´m hungry.” – “Me too, I know a nice restaurant … and tomorrow I’ll look around for a boat for you, Sir. Okay?” Well done – everything went fine…We ended up in one of the typical restaurants that are frequented almost exclusively by locals. In the garden, between bushes somewhat shielded, there was a small dance floor, and there we found a fine table. Little-curly-head looked at that dance floor – “sometimes get a couple of musicians and then there is dancing – you can dance” – “Well, not particularly, but I like good music.” We were lucky! During the meal came a few musicians playing Turkish music, unobtrusive… I was surprised that young musicians do so conservative music, but Little-curly-head reassured me: “There are music students, who earn here some money – later, when the older guests leave, they play mostly jazz – you like jazz? As New Orleans Swing, some Blues…” I was pleasantly surprised! – “Shall we stay?” You bet! I really wanted to!Around midnight, during a brake, a couple of musicians came up to our table, they knew Little-curly-head, and so was a nice conversation. Jokes and drinks were changed, foolish we talked and laughed a lot and in this lively atmosphere, I got more and more familiar to Little-curly-head. Sometimes it happened that we put our heads together and her hair tickled my nose. I began to increasingly perceive the young woman under the curly mane … The musicians teased her because she was hung on me unknown one, we fought back… laughing… but the musicians were also pleased that we would remain because of their music and they promised us something very special…In fact, they placed after the break off with some good old swing numbers and the result was a James Session, which I will not forget.The rhythm packed us and succeeded Little-curly-head to drag me on the dance floor… it went quite well, you know, with Foxtrot you can manage a lot. The later the hour, so quiet was the music, supposedly because of the neighbors, but today I’m not so sure if the friendly musicians did not want to do a bit more with the two of us… Anyway, from the jazz was a pretty quiet, romantic bar music become and the dances were closer…I felt the warmth of the woman who lay there in my arms, I wanted, really needed, the tickling of her hair in my face… “What a beautiful world” intoned the music, the saxophone bewitched us, I took Little-curly-head firmly in my arms and sang softly with… I could feel her breathing becomes heavier, her bosom heaved something on my chest, she pressed a little more to me and I felt her nipples through her blouse…She looked at me… “We should stop, while we still can… just fools rush in, where wise men never go…” she hummed with the music – but to me the point of no return has passed, without my notice… “but wise men never fall in love, like we will do…” I whispered in her ear and breathed a kiss on her hair…Long after midnight, the musicians had packed, the host came to us, with a new bottle of wine on cost of the house and told us, he has to close: “We lock only the house – anyway the garden is always open – you remain calm even sit as long as you want.” We moved up our chairs, the lights went out, there was just the dim light from the street…, we sat in silence, sipped on wine and thought to the miracle that there has come about us so unprepared… It was a little fresh… I spread my jacket over us and pulled her closer to me… she hugged me… willing… cuddled up to me…Hand in hand we started the long walk to our hotel… I pulled her closer, she put her arm around my waist, close…, we wandered through the empty streets…, wrapped tight… another late walker turned his head discreetly… I felt the heat of the girl’s body… bent down to her, kissed her on the cheek… She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips… kissed a long time… hanging on my lips as me on hers… her lips almost swallowed me… I didn´t get enough of that, of her… her face caressed my lips… more… much more… lips found themselves… opened… I felt her little tongue on mine… she hugged me more…, closer… her bosom swelled on my chest…Through the thin silk-blouse I felt her firm breasts which excited, the hard nipples of that young woman… my lips slid down to her neck, caressing her neck…, sliding under her chin… her head thrown back so far, she pressed her hot body to mine… came on again my lips…A honking car tore us from the early frenzy of lust.Breathing deeply, I took her hand and we walked the last short distance to the hotel.”What now…?” She looked at me quizzically, as she conjured up the key from her pocket. – “We have all the time of the world…” I hummed in her ear.”It’s not that simple… my parents… you can mention, can´t…?” – “Do not worry, little one … I will not interfere the magic of this evening – this will be our little secret.” – “Will be?” – “Yes, will be…”We stood in the dark hallway… Somewhere a little voice… “Yes, it’s me, I’ve met friends… all right…” replies Little-curly-head and laughed at me. “Tomorrow, at breakfast? I will ask about the boat – that´s a good idea, all that will be not noticed… I can ride with – can´t?” – “Of course, yes… please! I do not want to be alone… Even you can say, that you´ll help me… ” She giggled with anticipation…” – “I´ll gonna wake you up” – one last kiss! – Good Night…While I highly climbed into my attic, I thought about this miracle… No, I wouldn´t sleep now, I even didn´t want a light… I throw my clothes in the corner, wrap myself in a blanket and sat on the bench at the terrace, enjoying the late at night … thinking of Little-curly-head… “my” Little-curly-head?… relishing…Can still feel her body against me, this full chest under the silk blouse… such a woman does not need a bra – might she has any one…? And which one…? This small, petite body, so slim and yet curvy… which panty was she probably wearing…? Since these tight jeans had been – like a second skin – the belt, that sat so deep… when her blouse had slipped a little higher, I always thought, would now and now the curls of her pubic visible…? Will she shave? Sure, at least so that the curls don´t get out of the bikini panty… Sure she looks good in a bikini?Very thought of this woman I play with my genitals… Fondled me a little, on my testicles…, my lusty crosier escort lara begins to rise… again! During the dance I had some problems with my stubborn cock, rising when unpermitted – imagine that! – If I would went back there from the dance floor with a hard-on and all the people around…Slowly I realized, that I was a little in love – and that this little Turkish girl excites me… actually she isn´t pure Turkish, the traces of her ancestors lost on Cyprus and Malta… as there were crusaders and moors… just “byzantine”, she had told them a little bit… genealogy, one of her hobbies…I hardly notice that I have an erection, although I press my hand around the shaft of my stiff cock…My cock twitches rather, wants to get more, get released… My thoughts are with this firm breasts under the thin silk blouse, with this belt and his secret…I’m starting to imagine this shame, this byzantine pussy, this hot slit, from where the tip of the clitoris protrudes… that glistening moisture between the lips of her sex… as I explore with my tongue… I start to masturbate…Slow, determined, driving my hand up and down along the shaft of my dick, pulling back the foreskin… let it slip up, pull back again… with tight fist I wank my stiff cock, rub me the sack and my balls… I am on the best way to rub one out, waving me one down from the palm, stroke and wank myself down and up to cum…Hold it! And what´s , if I reserve this excitement? What will Little-curly-head do right now? Is she already asleep… or stroking her mice… is she masturbating herself maybe right now…? If I keep my excitement until tomorrow, then this excitement can turn me on and on… Do I want that? Do I want to seduce her? Or do I let myself be seduced by her… Or are there in fact not such categories, if love is in play?Isn´t it, that we get forfeited to each other, if the name of the game is love? That we lose each other to each other and thereby come up to completely different heights, to a very different erotic… that does not take or give, just complets…My best friend, my dick, has given up – he already recognized, that now there will not hosed and he withdrew sulking… “There, there, little fella! You will experience something completely different… you’ll explore a wet, tiny byzantine pleasure cave… long and often… Do not let me down; give rest, if that is necessary, and show yourself in all your glory, when the time comes up for that… If not, we still can switch to manual mode…”He moves back… with a semi-stiff cock I get up, take the blanket, go to bed… fall asleep… Tomorrow!Half asleep, asleep on already, I think, a sound can be heard… has someone beaten on the door? It occurs to me that I have not blocked the door… in any case with this outdated lock it would be only a superficial gesture, but still I should have done…Pale moonlight poured in through the open patio door, shining on the latch of the room door… it moves? Danger! My old instincts awakened! I breath more calmly than I would sleep, but I’m awake… wide awake! Every fiber in my body is tense! In my room is nothing to steal, but anyway…, if someone wants to creep in my room? I`ll turn this son of a bitch his neck around!The door opens slowly… a black gap grows… a creeping shadow dissolves… I make myself ready to jump…!”Psst… I can´t sleep… may I come in?” “Oh, Lord, did that scare me!” Here stands Little-curly-head! I laugh at all… “Psst, please” – “Come in,” I whisper now, get up and shut the door behind her. “I could not fall asleep for longer time and now I had just fallen asleep so half and half – that´s why I’ve responded so funny… please, sit down… do you want a drink? Or something else…” I’m nervous, don´t know what I’m talking… I´m quite confused… forget to turn on the light…She shivers a little… has her hands cramped around the deep, semi-open neckline of her sleeping coat…I wrap my arms around her neck…, got myself under control again, now kissing her tenderly, carefully… she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me fervently… her sleeping coat opens… she presses her hot body against mine… the curls of her sex touch me… I had completely forgotten that I was naked – all the same now. Tenderly I stroke her hair…”Let us sit on the terrace, it’s such a beautiful night…” We take the blanket of my bed, spread it on the bench… Cuddle up together closely to hit the blanket above us… She gets up again – stands in front of me, with her open sleeping coat… she slowly strips…, let it slide to the floor… it wraps around her dainty feet… she steps upon… “you’re also naked…” and comes back under the blanket.I put my arm around her shoulder, feel her small, warm hand on my thigh, pull her tight to me… “I could not sleep… it was all so new… so amazing…, so exciting, so …” – “It is better this way… I even don´t want to be alone… this wonderful evening was so short… too short… I wish so much that you stay here with me, fall asleep with me and awake with me… please…” – ” Yes, dear, yeeeaaahhh… But please, understand me, please promise me something, okay?” – “Anything you want, I’ll do it gladly… have no fear…” – “Look at me, at us in this country, it’s not like yours… look at our men, there boatful behaving, how they tread a female… I can´t stand it… oh, listen – I’ve never slept with a man…”Actually I had already suspected that, but wasted no thought on it… even too excited to have been addicted to my Little-curly-head… Well, now it was said, manifested! It was okay, and it was sooo beautiful …”Sweety! You will fall asleep as a virgin and awaken as a virgin… The main thing is that you’re here…” I press this small, petite body on to me, this petite one, which hides such a small delicate and yet so strong woman and kiss her, long, deep, with all the tenderness that I can bring up… feel her bare breasts on my chest… she slides her hand from my thigh to my neck, hesitates halfway, with a little fingertip on my half exposed glans…, takes me around the neck…, smiling at me… “I just need a little time…” – “We have all the time in the world …”Entwined we stumble to the bed, dragging the blanket behind us… “In with you, sweety, I’ll cover you!” I laugh at her. She switched on the small light on the bedside table. “I have to set an alarm, or I oversleep yet – I have to make breakfast…” The dim light of the lamp shines on her naked, slim little body, wrapping around that sweet miracle… “You’re so beautiful…” – “? Yeah?” One moment yet she lies stretched out before me, sways her bosom, quite naturally arises her pelvis a bit – it seems, her sex would stretch on to me… that curls on her pussy… lara escort bayan I bend down and breath a gentle kiss on her little sweet bush… She laughs and flaps with her hand toward the place beside her. “Come on inside…” Again we cuddle closely under the blanket… I caress her breast, her little tummy, play a little with her curly pussy, gently gliding through her sweet wet slit, feel her pubic hair… her hand on my sex, tenderly she embraces my full testicles, she takes protectively in the palm… my erected dick between her thumb and her index finger…”Is he always so…?” – “No, my love – but he is pleased with your tenderness.” – “Well, you couldn´t walk on next to me with a hard-on; what would people say” she laughs and plays a little bit with her new friend… I play with her curls, stroking again gently over this wet small slit, can´t get away… only with a fingertip… she moans a little… “aaahhhyeeeeaaaahhh” – and suddenly right back from the realm of desire: “if you make me so much hot in that way… your promise…?” – “Does it still… be calm, trust me… feel free…, let it go…, let me take care on you…” She probably feels my thick hard cock pounding with relish, but now let herself go ahead this lusty way… just relying on me… began to trust me… She carefully starts to explore my cock… I take her hand, lead her something… she understands… my fingers wander back to her virginal sex, play again with the curls, her tiny pussy feel that more of their moisture…, caress her tightly closed slit… almost now it works by itself, she spreads her legs a little… a little more… the lips of her sweet pussy opens slightly, seems to be a little swollen… wanting to feel my fingers… I give it to her, very gently… tenderly exploring her girlhood slit, seeking the clitoris, find it, touch a little like typing – the clit raises a bit… she moans softly to herself and strokes my dick with one hand… the other hand rides up, over her head, she moans on, raises her hips toward my hand… her hand glides down to her chest… she lost my burning cock… her legs are spread wide… wide open she lays here in her lust, horny as can be, quite frankly it is her pleasure to both us… long ago, the blanket fell on the floor and in the dim light she writhes in front of me in her desire, in their emerging horniness.I slide with my lips on her neck, her chest…, kiss her bush…, suck on her small, hard nipples… my lips slide down further on her stomach… back to her breasts… gently nibble on nipples – it makes her almost insane – and go back, down on her stomach… next to her shame… play with her pussy curly… I lay half on her open legs… she presses my head on to her sex, pushes me between her thighs…Lying in front of her pussy my tongue divides the lips of her little cunt, licks up the slit, up to the clit… I really start licking out the virgin plum of my Little-curly-head… I’ll make it with these virgin fig now! I´ll eat her up now, until she comes! I spend on this sweet now! With a broad tongue licking through her wet slit, upon her pussy-lips, licking forward up to the top, to her clit, roll this little clit between my lips… sucking it and playing with a finger on her virginal little hole, penetrate it a little bit, just fingertip, and suck on to this sweet little clitoris, sucking more absorbent, hold on and on… my sucking mouth is fixed on that fig, playing with the fingers on her wet little hole… oh Lord! She is sooo wet…She pushes her pussy towards me… my finger slowly penetrates into the delicate inner of her pussy… she moans and groans and presses against my finger and my mouth… my tongue wanders down to her little hole, penetrates… slowly and gently but inexorably will this little virgin hole now fucked by my tongue… as deep as I can!She rears up in pleasure… “again… the finger… the fiiii…” And I suck tight to her clit, kneeling above her, my finger also gently penetrates her little sweet fig, her dripping wet little horny pussyhole… deeper… “Yeeeahhhayeaaaahhhh… !” she rages under my lips and on my finger… I suck and suck this horny clit and start to fuck this wet plum with my finger… slowly at first, then deeper, tighter, now as deep and hard as I can…, the muscles of her fig cramp around my finger… the pussy begins to convulse, works by itself now… the whole body writhes and rages… she will come… and come… and come – long waves shakes her body again and again under the orgasm, she throws herself back and forth, raises again and fall down to bed in agony… breathing hard she´s laying there…I kneel beside her, stroking her – my erect penis stands over her like ruling, triumphantly without reason, but predominantly… stiff and demanding… Her hand closes around my hot cock, it starts to stroke me, horny as well as tired, while her other hand slides down to her maltreated virgin pussy… she jerks my cock, strokes my balls and then returns to my hard standing dick…, now with caresses she begins also to masturbate herself… rubs again her clit… strokes trough her slit, feels her wetness, also jerks me on and on… I can see her finger between the curls, disappearing in her slit, her pussyhole… enjoys a little post fucking masturbation while jerking and wanking also my cock… I take her loving hand gently from my cock, put it on her stiff nipple… immediately she begins to play with her breasts, massages her titts with one hand and with the other fingers her pussy.I start to masturbate my lusty croiser in front of her… she looks at me with big eyes… starts now really hard to fuck her fig with her finger … “continue, please, continue!” But also I have no plan to stop now…With one hand I massage my balls, with the other hand I jerk me off in front of her, while she is more violent fingering… I get really wild now, stroke and wank faster, harder, like crazy, the tail is glowing, the eggs are bursting full… she fingerfucks herself in front of me as hard as she can… “ahhhhjaaaahhhh” – in a high arc I shoot my cum all over her… the sperm claps behind her on the pillow… she groans, clutching her hand to her cunt… I shoot again… my load is on her hair, on their chest… her legs, placed half-clenched, tremble… my last load of sperm injects on her, on her sweet horny fig, right upon her wet pussyhole, slaps on her curly pussyhairs… I break down… and also lay beside her on the bed… I realize just how she turns off the light, cuddles close to me, pulling the blanket over us…Brutal rings the alarm clock and awake us!She jumps out of bed – the morning sun bathed her beautiful naked body, as she seeks her sleeping coat, wraps herself in… “You sleep yet… I´ll have to work and try to organize a boat… set an alarm for 2 hours longer… and do not forget: Psst! ” A kiss – she’s gone…I turn around and fall again asleep in anticipation of the coming day in the sun of this maiden…

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

İlk yorum yapan siz olun

Bir cevap yazın

E-posta hesabınız yayımlanmayacak. Gerekli alanlar * ile işaretlenmişlerdir

porno izle canlı bahis canlı bahis canlı bahis güvenilir bahis canlı bahis canlı bahis sakarya escort sakarya escort webmaster forum aydın escort ığdır escort konya escort mardin escort uşak escort van escort tekirdağ escort samsun escort sakarya escort niğde escort kütahya escort tunceli escort