*Hello, everybody!I have bad English. But I write a lot. Writing in my native language. These are memories. And the first article in my blog will be one of these memories. Enjoy your reading. I tried to make the translation into English good. Google helped.*
This morning I woke up in your arms. Yesterday you broke into my house against my will. And at night you seized me, taking advantage of the fact that I was helpless.
I smile nicely at you. You are making me coffee. The first and the last your coffee for me.
Why the last one? Mmm… A man. Because I will punish you.
There is a clear plan in my head…
The day was hot and we stayed home with you.
And you… Eloquent.
Do you think I don’t see what truth lies behind your pathos speeches? Silly… Mmm…
Time is fast approaching the evening.
What are you saying…? Women love you and do not give you a pass?… Mm…
But… It’s almost day with you… And your fantasies are enough for three positions…
Spring coolness penetrates the window. I enjoy the view. The windows of my apartment overlook a busy street in the city center.
I look back at you.
You’re texting… probably to your wife. How cute…
Mig and my dress slips to the floor.
I walk quietly in the back and my hot breath burns your neck.
My whispering…
Take off your clothes…
Mmm… You thought I was passive…?
I know you like to watch. look at me!
Hands!!! Away. Look!!!
Do not you dare to touch yourself!
And now my toe closes your mouth like a gag.
I extend my legs in different directions so you can see me well.
Look…!
I sit on your knee and slowly move up. Up your leg, leaving my juice on your hair.
I take you by your hair. And so… You are already on your knees in front of me.
My fingers gently caress me. My thighs move in tact at the level of your face.
You do not notice how I smoothly retreat to the window, and you crawl after me on all fours like a dog after a bitch. You’re attracted by what’s between my legs.
I sit on the window sill. My legs are spread out. I am in front of you in all my glory.
I lean back and here… I seem weak again…
Mm) have you already climbed on me? what a beauty…
A moment, and you’re already at the bottom. And I am already riding on you. Your head and shoulders outside the window frame.
I do not give you a chance. My movements are more and more intense.
Yes, dear… I fuck you. Right now. I see in your eyes a fear mixed with a keen desire and delight.
What?… What are you saying? people are watching? Yes… They’re looking.
I enjoy you. So helpless.
You’ll remember me forever. I am the first in your life such.
This is my gift to you. A gift is a memory. For all who you have taken as me.
You will not see me anymore.
But in bed which your wife warms up, you will often recollect this evening.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jd2neh/i_will_punish_you_fm
Yea, you can see english is not your first language, but it still was easier to understand than some of the stories written by natives, or at least people with better english than you. Good story, keep writing.