To Whom It May Concern - Just for Relaxation

As you all know, I am a fan of erotic stories, whether they are mere fiction or delicious reality; whether in the form of testimonies, narratives and only commented cases, I read whenever possible. And over that time I was able to observe some aspects that I considered relevant and worthy of comment. I am no expert in the subject and much less want to teach anyone to do what comes from their own experience and willingness to share. My goal here is to contribute so that the neophytes and even the most experienced dare these aspects for a more accurate creation.
At the outset, I would point out that with regard to grammar and also to semantics, my only advice is: read! And read a lot! There is no better learning for those who want to write than a good and profitable reading; read everything: news, commentaries, scientific articles, more sober texts, poetry and literature, but always doing it for pleasure and not for obligation.
As for the creative process, especially when the subject is fictional, I suggest that you start writing without worrying about the ending, or even what direction the story will take; let it flow naturally; I always do this and it works very well; to start writing with the intention of already knowing the ending can cause a series of difficulties, either in the development of the story or in the elaboration of the plot.
As for telling a story or testimony, I think the most important thing is not to get too attached to the fact that it lacks a certain atmosphere; if it was an adventure that was really worthwhile, emphasize the atmosphere, the foreplay, arouse the reader's curiosity without taking too long, but also do not make him too anxious to give up reading. Let me give you an example.
Recently, in my daily walks, I observed a woman who also exercised walking in the opposite direction to me, so that our eyes crossed; and it was enough for me to feel attracted to her; it was a mature woman, with a few extra pounds and also some insinuating attributes. I could well have reversed my path and reached her so that we could exchange a few words ..., unfortunately, I did not and I am very sorry for that.
Meanwhile, as I often say, fate is sometimes ironic and sometimes foolish! (and on this last question it is often capricious!) And that's how I met that woman again; this time it was inside a supermarket. There was a new exchange of glances, but this time they were a little more intense, even rolling a smile from her. I approached her in the gondola of ready meals and pretending an indifference asked for guidance on what to choose.
So we struck up a conversation that continued to the checkout boxes; on leaving the supermarket, after putting on masks, I asked where she lived, to which she told me she was in the vicinity. I promptly offered to give her a ride; she rehearsed an excuse stating that it was not very far, but to my luck a rain was approaching, allowing me to insist on the invitation, to which she eventually gave in.
Inside the car I got to know a little more about her: her name was Maíra, recently separated, childless and living alone; when I asked if she could comment on the reasons for the separation, she was emphatic in answering:
He traded me for a younger woman, and he says she's very good in bed.
"Look, my love, I'm sure he doesn't know what he's missing!"
"What do you think you know?" she asked.
-I don't know <unk> I replied in a naughty tone <unk> But I'd like to know!
"You're such a jerk!" she said jokingly.
- You have no idea how much I suck!
"Then will you come with me to my house for a cup of coffee?" she said in an inviting tone. "And maybe you'll show me all this nonsense!"
Maíra's house was a cramped little hut on a quiet street where you could hardly see any movement; we entered her house and she ran to the kitchen to prepare coffee; she threw her shoes away saying that she loved walking barefoot around the house.
I asked, teasing the bitch.
"Of course not, I also love to be naked!" she replied with a laugh.
Then why don't you stay?
"Only if it's on one condition", she replied, staring at me with a puzzled look. "You have to get naked, too!"
Before she could reconsider her condition, I took off my shirt and let the bermuda slip to the floor. Seeing me naked, the female's gaze faded, confirming my suspicion that she had been dry for some time. Maira, feeling provoked, did the same. Seeing her naked confirmed my suspicions that she was a hot, naughty little fatty. The large, slightly drooping breasts hid a very particular sensuality, especially because of her flattened nipples crowned by huge auras.
The bouquet was protruding and smooth, slightly concealed by a belly whose flaccidity made one want to squeeze and bite; we began to kiss each other very boldly, and her eager hands in search of my pussy were further proof that the absence of sex made her mad. I took her to the living room sofa and made her sit with her legs wide open.
On my knees in front of her, I plunged my face and with the aid of my hands, I opened that smelly vagina, giving her many licks and licks; and such was Maíra's state of excitement that just a little dedication was enough for her to experience a first orgasm that was soon followed by others.
With my lips licking, I searched through Maira's mouth who immediately accepted the invitation for more kisses. Then I went down to her nipples, alternately tasting them in my mouth; they were very juicy and her groans confirmed that she was enjoying the caress very much. She stroked my hair, asking me not to stop. While sucking those delights, I went down to her cave, praying massaging her clitoris, praying fucking her inside with two fingers, which caused more orgasms in my partner.
In my mind, the final intention consisted of a blessed fuck on that fat freak and all my actions were oriented in this direction; I continued to suck and lick the nipples of those generous breasts, fingering and fucking her vagina with a lot of force ..., however ...
-Ahhhh! Uhhh! Wait! ..., wait a bit, please! <unk> she babbled in a pleading tone <unk> can I ask you something?
Ask me anything you want, I said, staring at that smooth, pretty face.
"I don't think I'm ready to go much further yet", she said in a hesitant tone. "Would you mind if we just stayed right here... I mean, in the caresses in jokes?"
For a moment I didn't know what to answer; I was in that situation that when the lower head hardens the upper one goes crazy, thinking only of fucking that little girl! However, the expression on Maira's face was so soft and also so fearful, that I had no choice but to agree to her request.
Upon hearing my agreement to her proposal, Maira smiled tenderly and I realized that my gesture had sensitized her; I went back to tasting her breasts and fingering her vagina, listening to her mocking like crazy; at one point she held my dick in her hand and started masturbating me. "If I ask you to punch me, will you punch me?" she asked gently, with a very wistful expression. I answered yes, but I also wanted to know the reason.
"Ah! I've always loved to see a man masturbate to me!" she replied with an unmasked chuckle. "And do you believe my husband said I had to masturbate to him?"
We exchanged positions, and I sat with Maira next to me, glued to my body while I masturbated very slowly; from time to time, she stroked my balls, licked my nipples and kissed me; as I accelerated the movements, she encouraged me with words spoken in my ear. And there were other times when she asked to do it for me; I confessed to her that I loved it when a woman masturbated me, because it gave me a very great feeling of complicity.
We stayed in this pleasurable game, including moments when Maíra opened her legs and asked for a boiling in her cave; I waited until she experienced another orgasm, and then we resumed my masturbation. After a long time, she also began to finger her vagina and tighten her clitoris, getting more fun without taking her eyes off my activity.
-Ahhhhh! Uhhhh! What a delight <unk> I grumbled as I intensified the hand movements <unk> I think I'm close to mocking ..., Maira! Maira! I think I'm going to ...
No, wait, not yet, she pleaded, enjoy my breasts, enjoy, lick me with the hot fuck, come, come to me.
Immediately, she lay down on the couch begging me to come over to her; I sought a more suitable position, with one knee flexed and the other leg resting on the ground, and continued with my fist rubbing my mast between Maira's tits, which held them by the sides, forming a valley where my cane could be positioned. Finally, I enjoyed it! At the screams and moans, with my muscles involuntarily contracting, I ejaculated, pouring my load of semen over Maira's breasts, neck and even face.
A little later, already recovered, Maira accompanied me to the door; we kissed for a long time and I dared to ask if I could come back. <unk>You can come back whenever you want! But, I confess that I would love to see you masturbate to me again!<unk>, she replied with a naughty smile on her face.