Dear readers,
My name is Julieta, I’m 35 years old, and I’m from Argentina. I’m lucky enough to have a stable job that lets me live comfortably. I’m 1.70 m tall, I love going to the gym and running, which has helped me keep a body I’m proud of — toned, curvy, and attractive. I was married for ten years, and now I’m single. I’m not actively looking for a partner, but a few months ago, I felt the urge to share some of the experiences that have marked my life.
It all started before my marriage. Although there weren’t many, the ones that followed have a special flavor — some of them downright erotic. I don’t know if I’m trying to justify myself by telling these stories. Maybe I just want to relive those moments, release something I’ve been carrying inside, or simply explore a new hobby in this fascinating world. I’m not into porn; I find it fake and it never really turned me on. But one day, while browsing the internet, I discovered the stories of another Argentine girl. Her intense, deep tales first sparked my curiosity, then an unexpected heat. I keep reading her writing — the mix of sensuality and raw honesty still gets to me.
With this introduction, I welcome you to my space. Over the next few months I’ll be sharing pieces of my life. If I get really into it, this might become a permanent hobby. I hope you’ll join me on this journey of memories, emotions, and, why not, a touch of daring.
About fifteen years ago, when I was 20 and in my second year of university, things were going well. I had no academic problems and a tight circle of friends. I still had my lifelong girlfriends and had made new ones at college. I’d been with my high school sweetheart for four years — the man who would later become my husband. He studied at another university and owned a clothing store downtown. Our love was intense, and everything felt like a fairy tale. We saw each other whenever we could. He’d pick me up in his car, and we’d go for a drive or head straight to his apartment. Those moments were pure magic.
That year, I met Lisandro. He was the perfect stereotype of a nerd: glasses, long hair, and, to be honest, not very attractive. At first, I didn’t like him at all. Every time I walked into the lecture hall, I felt the guys staring, but Lisandro’s gaze was especially intense, almost overwhelming. One day, the room was so packed that I had no choice but to sit next to him. He couldn’t stop looking at me — especially at my breasts and my figure — and it made me uncomfortable.
“H-hi…” he said in a shaky voice.
I didn’t answer. Luckily, another seat opened up, and I moved quickly. I thought that would be the end of it — just a typical shy, dazzled guy. I was wrong.
The next class, as I was leaving, he followed me.
“Julieta! Wait a second!” he shouted, running through the crowd.
“Uh? Sorry, do I know you?” I replied sharply, without slowing down.
“Sorry, my name’s Lisandro. I’ve been in your class since last year, but I guess you never noticed me,” he said with a smile.
“Sorry, I don’t know you. What do you want?” My tone was firm, and I walked faster.
“Nothing, I just wanted to chat. I didn’t see you with your usual friends and thought maybe you’d like to meet new people,” he insisted, ignoring my obvious disinterest.
“Look, I’m really sorry, but I don’t have time. My boyfriend is waiting for me,” I said, a bit kinder but still firm.
“Okay, bye,” he answered, standing there, openly checking me out from head to toe as I walked away.
Outside, as always, my boyfriend was waiting.
“Baby!” I exclaimed, kissing him the moment I saw him.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he replied, pulling me into a warm hug and a deep kiss.
“Come on, get in,” he said, opening the car door for me.
“Where are we going, love?” I asked excitedly.
“Where we always go, babe,” he answered with a naughty grin, sliding his hand up my thigh while driving.
We’d been enjoying our intimacy for almost two years by then. When we got to his apartment, he dropped the keys on the table and asked, “How was your day, my love?”
“Good. Your girl is not only pretty, she’s smart too, huh?” I teased.
“I know, baby, you’re the best,” he said, hugging me, lifting me in his arms and carrying me to the bed.
“Any creeps trying to hit on you today?” he asked while taking off his shirt and reaching for a condom.
“No, baby, nobody’s hotter than you,” I laughed. “Though I did meet a total perv today. He’s the smartest guy in class, but way too intense.”
“Haha, the typical nerd who thinks he has a shot with this bombshell,” he joked as he moved closer.
He got on top of me, and we started with slow, hungry kisses. We still wanted each other like the very first time…
“Mmmh…” I moaned as he kissed my breasts, moving lower and lower.
While he kissed my lips, his fingers stroked my pussy with eager intensity.
“Mmmh, keep going… Ohhh!!” I moaned passionately under his amazing hands and mouth.
He loved it when I gave him head. He guided me toward his hard cock.
“You know what I like, baby,” he said, holding my head.
“Of course, baby,” I answered, looking up at him with that mischievous look he loved so much as I lowered myself.
My mouth watered every time I saw his big, hard dick up close.
“Always so huge… I love it, babe,” I whispered, kissing the head first, then devouring him. Sucking him was my obsession. He was so clean and smooth. One hand caressed his balls while my mouth worked him.
“Aaah, baby, you’re incredible!!” he groaned, his hand squeezing my big ass.
Sucking him turned me on even more. Licking him like a giant lollipop felt so fucking good…
Every time I had him in my mouth, I felt like he was completely mine and I was his.
“I’m gonna cum, baby… ahhh, wait, not yet!” he said, trembling on the bed from how good I was making him feel.
The feeling was incredible, and it got even better when I drank every drop of his warm cum. At that moment, he was the best boyfriend, best friend, and best lover in the world…
“Oh, baby, I’m leaking!” he groaned, grabbing me and flipping me onto all fours.
“Yes, baby, grab my big ass… it’s all yours!” I moaned, gripping the sheets.
No one compared to him. I never even thought about anyone else — he always left me satisfied and treated me like a queen.
“I adore you! Ahhh!” I sighed between kisses full of passion as he finally came.
“I adore you too, baby, I swear!”
But not everything was a fairy tale. One afternoon, my class ended early, and I decided to surprise him. I drove to his apartment full of excitement, but before I even got out of the car, I saw something that shattered my world: he was leaving the building with another girl.
In that instant, a storm of emotions hit me. I didn’t understand what I had done wrong. A thousand questions flooded my mind, but instead of confronting him, I made the biggest mistake of my life — I pretended nothing had happened.
Inside, I was destroyed, but I didn’t show it. Part of me tried to justify it, telling myself it was “normal” or that there must be an explanation. Another, more rebellious part whispered that now I had “freedom.” Freedom? Hadn’t I had it before? I felt trapped in confusion, like I was losing my mind. Thankfully, my studies kept me busy and distracted. I decided not to tell anyone — not him, not my friends. We continued our relationship, and strangely, our intimate moments became even more intense. I wanted to believe it was the only time he cheated, but deep down I knew better.
That episode changed me forever. Something inside me shifted. I started feeling freer. I paid more attention to my appearance, dressing sexier while still staying within my comfort zone. I trained harder at the gym, which not only sculpted my already attractive body but also boosted my confidence. My curves turned heads everywhere… especially Lisandro’s.
Even though I had made it clear I had a boyfriend, Lisandro wouldn’t give up. His persistence was almost exhausting.
“Juli! Wait!” he shouted one day as I left class, making me want to hide from embarrassment.
“What do you want now?” I answered, annoyed and tired. Between my internal problems and the emotional chaos, he was the last thing I needed.
Still, he was determined to talk to me.
“Just saying hi. Is that so bad?” he asked with unusual enthusiasm. I noticed he looked better — cleaner, better dressed.
He tried to kiss me on the cheek, but I stepped back immediately.
“No!” I exclaimed, turning my face away.
“Does it bother you if I greet you?” he asked, sounding hurt.
“No, it’s not that… but my boyfriend is really jealous and doesn’t like me greeting other guys, you know?” I replied, trying to soften it.
The truth is, I was starting to feel a little sorry for him. His perseverance was almost admirable, even if tiring. He insisted so much that my friends started teasing me, especially my best friend — a gorgeous, mischievous Mexican girl.
“They say the uglier the man, the better he fucks,” she joked with a wicked smile.
“Hahaha, what are you saying, you idiot! He’s persistent, but no way I’d ever go there,” I laughed.
“You say that now, but his friends told me he started going to the gym and dressing better since he met you,” she insisted playfully.
“Shut up, hahaha!” I said, unable to stop laughing.
“Don’t knock it — a smooth talker falls faster than a lame man,” she finished with one of her classic Mexican sayings, and we both burst out laughing.
Over time, Lisandro became less pushy. We even formed a study group, and I got to see him in a more relaxed setting. One afternoon, I introduced my boyfriend to everyone after class.
“Guys, this is my boyfriend,” I said, smiling as the girls greeted him politely and the guys shook hands. Lisandro looked at him with pure arrogance and envy.
“Hey, everyone, nice to meet you. Juli says you’re all great,” my boyfriend said, kissing me in front of them. “Let’s go, babe, we’re late.”
Lisandro’s face changed completely. His jealousy was obvious.
“See you later, guys!” I said as we walked away hand in hand.
In the car, I couldn’t resist commenting, “Did you see Lisandro’s face? He couldn’t even look at you!” I laughed.
“Haha, he’s obviously in love with you. Poor guy, he actually thinks he has a chance. Not even in his dreams,” he replied mockingly.
“Who knows, he’s ugly but smart,” I teased, secretly hoping he’d catch the hint about his own cheating.
“Other girls with cheating boyfriends might be interested,” I added, glancing at him.
“Haha, sure…” he answered uncomfortably, coughing and quickly changing the subject.
We got to his apartment and, as usual, had hot sex. Even though it felt familiar, we were slowly recovering the affection that had been paused after his betrayal.
Eventually, Lisandro earned my friendship. He became more attentive and respectful, and his intelligence helped me a lot with exams and assignments. He even gave me his notes and homework — which, even though I was responsible, was always useful.
One day I had a photoshoot for a local clothing store — a side job I did as a model to earn extra money and not depend so much on my parents. I wore a dress that wasn’t tight but still highlighted my curves beautifully. That day I didn’t take my car because my boyfriend was supposed to pick me up. But after class, he never showed. I called him.
“Baby, I’m sorry; I can’t pick you up. Something came up at the store, and I’ll be late. Sorry, babe.”
“Okay, bye,” I answered, maybe a bit colder than necessary. In that moment, the worst thoughts hit me: Is he with her again?
Right then, Lisandro appeared.
“Your boyfriend still hasn’t come?” he asked.
“No, he’s not coming. Something came up,” I replied, annoyed. His face lit up.
“Let me drive you home. I have to stop by my apartment first, and then I’ll drop you off,” he said with a huge smile.
“No, I don’t want to bother you,” I insisted.
“It’s no bother at all, come on,” he laughed.
I noticed the obvious interest in his eyes, but without thinking too much, I accepted. In the car, the conversation flowed surprisingly well. We laughed and shared stories, and I ended up enjoying it more than I expected. When we got to his apartment, I thought I’d wait downstairs, but he invited me up because he said he’d take a while. I agreed — better than waiting in the car.
Once inside, the old Lisandro came back. His eyes devoured my body as I sat on the sofa. Suddenly, he came closer, hugged me, and tried to kiss me.
“Come on, Juli, please do me this favor. I’m a virgin, and it would be amazing to lose it with such a beautiful woman with an incredible body like yours,” he said, holding me.
With a quick move, I pushed him off — I was stronger than him.
“Are you crazy?! You can’t just force yourself on me!” I scolded him angrily, grabbing my bag to leave.
Then I saw him crumble. Almost crying, he sat down and held his head.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll never have a woman. Look at me, I’m ugly, nobody wants me,” he said, voice breaking.
His words softened me a little. I sat beside him and tried to calm him.
“Look, don’t say that. What you did was wrong, but you have to put yourself in the girl’s place. If you stay respectful like you were before and not aggressive like just now, you’ll get much further,” I advised.
“Really? Still, I set the bar really high with you. A woman like you, with a perfect boyfriend, would never give me a chance,” he said, getting up for his keys.
When he said “perfect boyfriend,” something inside me snapped. Voices fought in my head: some told me to tell him my boyfriend wasn’t perfect, that he was probably with another girl right now; others tempted me to just let go.
“Look, I thought because of all the favors I did for you, maybe I had a shot, haha. Anyway, I’m really sorry. I don’t want you to think I’m a creep,” he said, opening the door.
On pure impulse, I answered, “You know what? I’ll let you kiss me and touch me… but that’s it, okay?”
“YES YES, whatever you want!” he said, quickly closing the door.
I don’t know what came over me. Maybe I needed to let loose, to take control. I left my bag on the sofa and walked toward him.
He covered me in kisses — at first a bit rough, but he quickly got really good…
Lisandro swept me into an unexpected storm of pleasure. His hands grew bolder, setting my skin on fire.
“Your body is perfect,” he whispered while his hands worshipped my ass.
I couldn’t believe how well he was doing for a virgin. When he slid my dress all the way off, I knew things were getting out of control, but the excitement had taken over. He pulled my thong aside and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue, playful and skilled, explored every inch of my pussy, taking me to heights I didn’t expect.
“Mmmh, that feels so good,” I moaned, lost in pleasure.
His tongue worked me masterfully, going deep until I couldn’t hold back. Then something I had never experienced with my boyfriend happened: an intense orgasm shook me, and I came hard on his face.
“Ooh, mmmh, sorry,” I laughed, surprised at what had just happened.
“It’s okay, baby, you’re amazing,” he answered, wiping his face with a towel, smiling proudly.
Lust consumed me. I didn’t want it to end.
“Come here, I have to teach you more,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. Without another word, I stripped him. To my surprise, his cock was big and impressive.
“You keep surprising me,” I murmured. I knelt down, stroking him and kissing his shaft from base to tip. Then I placed it between my tits and moved them slowly around him.
“Ohh, yes, you’re incredible,” he gasped, completely overwhelmed.
After a while, we went further. I got on all fours, and he entered me with an intensity that made me moan loudly.
“Ooh, yes, baby, you’re amazing!” I cried, lost in pleasure.
“You too, babe,” he answered, his hands never leaving my ass.
His moves were good, but mine drove him wild. We tried different positions, each one hotter than the last, until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m about to cum, baby,” he said, voice shaky.
“Give it all to me on my tits, honey,” I whispered seductively.
His climax was explosive — a powerful release that surprised me with its intensity. It was easily one of the best sexual experiences of my life. Still, I made it clear it could never happen again. I was even with my partner… or at least I thought I was. I know what I did wasn’t right, but at that moment, passion completely took over.
Lisandro and I stayed classmates, though he later transferred universities because of his parents’ work. We never crossed that line again, but I noticed a change in him: he was more confident, happier, and even more attractive….
continuara 🙂