All the beds are round...

My passion is the old-fashioned women, those who still blush with an audacious look or rage with a chant of a conqueror on duty. I love the married women, with a thick and shiny ring on their finger, doing only "daddy-and-mommy" with their husband, but with a head full of secret fantasies...And what about the shy and reserved, shy and reserved until the moment when we kiss their neck, touch the beaks of their breasts, their thighs or their sex hungry for strong emotions? These are wonderful volcanoes that erupt under our agile and clever hands!... Where does sensuality - an organic response to sexual stimulation - end, and where does depravity - an exacerbation or perversion of sexual instincts - begin? Do men prefer shy, uninhibited women, those who have only one man, those who have no man at all, or those who are pure, holy, and beautiful 24 hours a day, but lecherous courtesans at night between four walls? What is your taste, dear reader? What is your opinion, dear reader? This issue of depravity and/or sensuality does not make much head of men, more interested in "rala-e-rola" properly, than in who is or who is not, but it is very controversial among women, because they are part of a class, which, as everyone knows, is very disunited. The subject, as a rule, is treated as a lot of hypocrisy, confusing the sexual practice or preference of women with their seriousness or their degree of reliability. One day, in conversation with Adriana, a colleague - a beautiful and uninhibited panther - on the subject, she was short and thick: "Look, Rodrigo, you want to know something? In bed, every woman is or wants to be a whore of her man. It is a mistake, at these hours, to treat her as if she were a saint or a porcelain doll: at these hours, what she really wants is mischief. Give him this and you will have a satisfied woman by your side, without the risk that she will decorate your head with a beautiful pair of horns. For a woman, be it the woman of the people, be it the professional of the bed and in the hand, a man with a bed would always be a round motel bed!" That was very useful for me personally, under the aegis of a northern Surestinian oralist, a few years ago, still traveling, before anal sex and anal sex among the expatriate women as the practice of simple feminine sex. And if there was no shame, like the expatriate wives of Cleopatra, or Sharon Stone, the shame of our Brazilian wife! But these foreplay are very much to the purpose of a story I want to tell you about my affair with an old-fashioned woman... Lúcia, that's her name, was the principal of a high school where I went to teach after passing a public competition. It was a crown with a beautiful and graceful face, well-preserved for her 45 years, green eyes, plump breasts, beautiful legs. We, the teachers, used to flirt with her legs daily as she went and came from the Directorate to the teachers' room. She never wore long pants, was a fervent religious practitioner and adhered to a sect of strict principles and customs. What we knew about her private life was that she had separated from her husband, a drunken contumacious, for good years. She was discreet, reserved, hated conversations and whined at the mere mention of the word sex. But when I was at home, I wasn't sure, she was in her service, a few hundred meters away from the school, and I had a reputation for being a frequent visitor to the temple, and I had a reputation for being a beautiful and timid dancer/girlfriend, and I had a reputation for being a frequent transvestor of beautiful women. But, difficult is not impossible, and a woman without a man is a woman who needs a man...One day, after the end of the lessons, I remained in the teachers' room, updating my Class Diaries... One day, after the end of the lessons, I remained in the teachers' room, updating my Class Diaries. But I had to leave the chairs for a while! 45 hours had passed, and the watchman of the night shift had not yet arrived. When I finished the notes and headed for the exit, I realized that the room of the Directorate was with all the lights on. So, she, my "femme fatale", was still in school? The door was just bolted and I entered, talking with the director Lucia reading some papers. I spoke: "Hello, director, many years of service?" She stared at me, surprised; "Professor, do you still like it here?" "I was packing up my Class Diaries. But I was withdrawing from my chairs. But it was past 6 o'clock, and the watchman of the night shift had not yet arrived. She was still pretending to wake me up from those chairs. But she had not yet arrived. When I finished the notes and headed for the exit, I realized that the Director's room was full of the Directorate room with all the lights on. I knocked on the door at 8 o'clock on the dot, but by 7 o'clock I was already in the corner, restless and anxious. My director welcomed me with a gentle and cordial smile, with a thin dress that, despite the bra, gave a glimpse of the prominent mark of the nipples of her full breasts. With this visual password, my little companion in the underwear connected immediately! When I sat on the first couch, with her on the other couch in front of me, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs crossed, with her legs, with her legs, with her legs, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with her, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with After the ecstasy of joy, we were enjoying that moment, hand in hand, exchanging simple caresses, like two teenagers in love. In the semi-darkness of the room, I contemplated those fleshy lips of Lucia and kept imagining how well my penis would be placed, swallowed by that wonderful mouth. And when she got up to go to the bathroom, I could see that she had an ass for no man to put a flaw: strong, hard and powerful buttocks ... I was also very delighted, imagining how well my penis would be placed inside that small labyrinth that there was between those beautiful buttocks, surely a sea never sailed before!... But she was a reserved woman, without a man for 8 years, could not scandalize her, with what she would probably be full of perversions, sexual deviations and other substantial deviations, without crying, "I had a time"... Later, already in the room, in a well-behaved courtship, she asked: "I'm a fool in bed, aren't I? You've been very gentle, very kind and understanding. Thank you! It was wonderful!" "You're not a fool in bed, Lucia, you're just a volcano that was asleep. In time, we'll reach total pleasure". "Total pleasure, you mean oral and anal sex? "Yes, dear, in time we'll get there". "But you wanted to have oral and anal sex with me, Rodrigo?" "Yes, dear, but"... "And why didn't you ask, Rodrigo?" I kept my mouth open and could only whisper: "But, I"... She smiled affectionately: "But what a fool you were, you were so wonderful, I would have done everything with you tonight. Everything I've never done!... The other day I phoned Adriana: "My beautiful, you are absolutely right. Really, at the time of sex, for any woman, all beds are round motel beds!..." What 's the matter ?